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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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656 Chs

Be careful of what you say if your partner has a good memory

Jade was holding my face--and by face, I meant nose--with its wings one day. The beady eyes were sparkling. [Papa is medium happy!]

"Pfft--what do you mean medium happy?"

[Happy but not as happy as wedding happy] Jade giggled while hopping to my open palms. [Papa is not happy after Zia gone, so Jade is happy too]

"Aww, what a sweet child you are," I nuzzled Jade's belly, prompting a crisp chirping in place of laughter. "But, hmm...I don't think anything can make me happier than that," I said, looking up to ponder. "Except maybe when Shwa is born later."

Natha whispered behind my earlobe. "What about bed happy?"

I turned and smacked his upper arm. "There's a child here!" I hissed, but he just laughed it off while nonchalantly walking to the couch where D'Ara was calmly having his late afternoon tea. 

I mean...it did make me happy, but what if Jade started to ask questions? What would you tell the child, huh? Huh?!