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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+
Not enough ratings
655 Chs

Who would have thought that medical treatment could be enjoyable?

Neel came just when the servants told us dinner would be ready soon, so we decided to call Izzy and eat first. 

Dinner was nice, filled with the conversation about the mana transfusion stuff between three people while I and Natha listening blankly. Well...I was the one who listened blankly; Natha could somewhat follow what they said and gave me some enlightenment from time to time.

Oh, whatever. I decided to just eat well and receive the treatment well later, like the good patient that I was. Mm. 

[Good, good! Papa eat well!] 

Look, even my little bird praised me. I patted the green head and fed Jade some more cocoa jelly that Natha generously allowed that night. This stingy husband of mine even allowed the little bird to sleep with us tonight. Was it a gift for being such a sweet child?

Or was it because we were already doing it earlier anyway?