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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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654 Chs

Is it really a reunion without a bit of chaos?

"Baby..."

Neel stared at Shwa, who was blinking slowly at her from my arms cradle. As far as I know, babies couldn't see clearly at first, but they could still differentiate shapes and colors. In Shwa's case though, he could also differentiate mana--that was how he knew if Natha and I came closer. After all, we had been feeding him with our mana since he was still inside the seed. 

He seemed to recognize Jade somewhat since the little boy had a trace of my mana. For others, however, Shwa would just stare blankly, perhaps trying to register them. He managed to recognize his principal nanny who sang him a lullaby every night, but that was it.

Still...wasn't that pretty good for a week-old baby? 

Neel stood still, almost as if frozen. At first, I thought she was angry that we forgot to tell her directly, but then I saw the sparkle in her eyes and the slight tremble on the tips of her outstretched fingers.