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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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654 Chs

The more charming a demon’s smile, the more danger it contains

Demons worked hard—did you know this saying? It wasn't just that.

Demon Lord worked swiftly.

I had no idea how much money it would need to construct a teleportation array wide enough to contain the whole material plus workers to build a permanent teleportation portal—and at this point, I was too scared to ask. He could just use carriages to bring all of those materials and workers, but no—he had to use the expensive massive teleportation array.

Looking at the golems and demon supervisors taking up all the materials to the highest floor, I was tempted to ask Zia how rich Natha actually was. But before I could utter anything, the succubus already made a comment first while hovering above my shoulder.

"That cousin of mine never spends money on anything, but look at what he does after you come," she muttered while leaning on my shoulder, watching the train of materials passing by. "Feels like he saves all of his wealth just for you, huh?"