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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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681 Chs

You know how people talk to their womb when they are pregnant?

The community banquet was nice. After the blessing was done, Natha picked me up and took me to the venue of the banquet at the foot of the hill. Long tables were placed on the ground and filled with warm food. There was no designated seat, so anyone could sit anywhere.

The food was not fancy, but bountiful. The Lord Castle provided each Temple with funds so they could arrange a nice community banquet in each place. And during winter, this warm and nutritious meal would be something nice, especially for those less privileged with access to fresh ingredients. 

On this day, anyone could come up to Natha to talk to him, and a lot of people did. Perhaps this was why I was sitting between Eruha and Lesta, with Caba and Haikal not far from me because...security? It was still nice, though, seeing him interacting with the surrounding citizens, and it reminded me of the time we were in the oasis. Even Jade and Ignis were having fun although they didn't eat.