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The Demon Lord’s Bride (BL)

Getting transmigrated inside a novel is not really a bad thing—you know the story, you have the power of the future in your hand, you know all the hidden keys. You might as well end up as the most powerful and omniscient being in that world. That is, if you don’t wake up during the epilogue. And yet I find myself in the body of a fallen priest at the end of the novel, a tragic hero who had his mana circuit broken in the last war, being shunned, drown in debt, and destined to die not long after. Fortunately, I know just the cure. Unfortunately, the cure was in the hand of one of the Demon Lords—you know, the race that my kingdom just wage war with. Would he give me the cure if I asked him politely? There’s no harm in trying, right? I’d die if I didn’t get the cure, anyway. “Sure, but you have to be my bride as the price,” the Demon Lord said. ...huh? Sir, you know I’m (technically) a priest, right?

Aerlev · LGBT+
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498 Chs

Please don’t tease a virgin

"Oh!" Zia and Angwi clapped their hands, and even Jade chirped loudly as if agreeing.

"Like...into a demon?" I blinked my eyes repeatedly, and strangely felt excited. I suddenly remembered Halloween on earth, something that I had never experienced too. Although I remembered some volunteers going around the children's ward with costumes.

"No," Natha answered swiftly, to my dismay. "Humans and demons are way too different in terms of appearance, and it's harder for the spell to last for a long time if there's too much change to be made."

I tilted my head in confusion. "Then?"

His hand came back to my hair, rubbing the strands between his fingers, before softly stroking my earlobe. "The best kind of lie is the one with a half-truth," he smiled, rubbing the tip of my ear. "Isn't that right, my dear Druid?"