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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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657 Chs

I might not have the insight of someone living for thousands of years, but...

Amidst my surprise, Natha picked up my fork and delivered the steak to my mouth. He looked at Heraz and told the shapeshifter to continue as I mulled this new information. Something was tickling my scalp, like I was so close to connecting some dot, but wasn't quite there yet. 

"This is still a conjecture, but I believe the Hero and his companions will start to move soon, Young Master."

"Oh, why do you think so?"

"The magician you told me the last time; it was quite a journey to reach the place," he said. "I believe they would try to reach the magician before winter come. If they want to receive the magician's help by autumn, they would need to start moving now."