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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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Family matters need to be solved by family members

Was it because the others were more heinous in comparison? Or was it because I didn't personally see them with my own eyes? For a while, I completely forgot about the incubi's involvement in all of this. 

But then again, they almost seemed like bystanders who got dragged with a neighboring thug because someone who used to be the gang leader said they would do something badass. It was a nice coincidence that it also involved getting revenge on the people they considered as their 'enemies'. 

"Right!" I clapped my hands after Natha put me down in the greenhouse. "I didn't see those incubi earlier; were they not in the dungeon?"

"No," Natha rang the bell that was magically connected to our personal pantry, informing the servants that we would have our tea in the greenhouse. "Unfortunately, that prick is still a royal family member."