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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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493 Chs

You don't need to know someone to be happy for their happiness

[Nightmare, that's a bad word!] A turquoise wing with colorful tips smacked the Demon Lord's neck. [Papa say Jade can't say that word!]

Oh, good job! Papa raised you well, Jade!

"I'm sorry," Natha replied without missing a bit, taking my hands to his lips. "But how can you keep getting prettier each day, sweetheart?"

"Don't exaggerate!"

"I'm not," Natha kissed my hand again, and embarrassingly, I could hear the sounds of agreement from behind. 

Ignoring the voices so I wouldn't turn into a boiled shrimp, I shifted my gaze toward Jade, who was perching on Natha's shoulder. My familiar was no longer the cute, plump bird we used to, but the elegant elemental bird. Well...it was still a lot smaller compared to adult elemental birds, though. 

"You're taking this form?" I reached out my arm so Jade could hop on it.