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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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657 Chs

To brave the storm of dread and embarrassment

"You're what?"

Ah...now I know what it meant when people said the coldness of Nightmare derived from fear. I felt it like a thin prickling blizzard, belting at the surface of my nape. Natha's voice sounded no different than his usual tone, but I felt like it was getting heavier to breathe already.

When I slowly turned my head to look at him, he was smiling slightly, but it only made the coldness in his eyes more suffocating.

Ah...I'm screwed. It was literally the only thing I could think of at that time.

"A moment," he said calmly, without removing his gaze from me, and I was petrified like a frozen fish in a blast chiller.