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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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We need to crawl before we can walk, folk

Urk--I bit the inside of my cheek, as I almost blurted out 'yes!' out loud, as if I was totally understanding the word he said. 

Which I shouldn't be, if I was to pretend that I was a native of this world. 

So, with what I hope to be an Oscar-worthy performance, I tilted my head and asked. "La...ser?"

"Oh...ah, right! You wouldn't know about it!" the elf exclaimed, and started to explain it to me and at this point...

Yeah, there was no doubt about it, wasn't it? He definitely came from another world. 

As he gushed more and more about the laser, I had to press my lips hard to not make any obvious reaction aside from being astonished at the avant-garde explanation...or something like that. I even took Jade and hugged the little bird just to make my hands occupied and not do questionable things like...fanning myself or something.