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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

What do parents feel when their child calls them for the first time?

"T-this is..." Fatia stared at the crystal on Zarfa's palm.

"Diamond?" Zarfa took a sharp breath, and--was her hand slightly trembling?

Honestly, I had no idea how precious diamonds were in this world, with all the precious stones that were foreign to me, not to mention the versatile mana stones. But looking at their reaction, it seemed to be just as precious as back on Earth--perhaps more?

"So...something this rare..." Fatia looked at the entrance of the mine, her next words lost in her choked throat.

Was this girl about to cry again? She was a lot more emotional than she appeared to be.

We were already done with the purification, and I had returned the purified mana to the mine and its surroundings. I was done right during lunchtime, so we decided to have a picnic while waiting for the purified mana to get absorbed by the mine.