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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

Is pre-wedding depression a thing?

Gifts are...interesting. I learned that they all had meanings on their own.

It was especially easy to tell how close we were through gifts. Those who knew me personally sent items that were catered to my liking or my needs--like the chest full of rare ingredients rich in mana from Gluttony. All of them were the ingredients for the food that I liked during my stay there, so it could only come from people who dined with me there.

No, it wasn't for Sada, surprisingly, but one of her children who drank my diluted blood--so...Eruha's nephew?

I also got a treasure chest full of rare books that had been carefully preserved. Imagined my surprise when I read that it came from the Di family patriarch--you know...the Elder who used to hate me? The grandpa of one of Natha's vessels?