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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

Just because it's a fire, doesn't mean the flag should be red!

"You can't use magic."

"Okay,"

"Just follow me and don't do anything."

"Okay,"

"If you--"

"Okay! I heard you, my Lord," I had to put my palm against his chest to stop him. I knew I brought this reaction myself, but damn...was he gonna be in helicopter mom mode the entire time?

I raised my other hand, the one that was still being held by him. "My hand is in yours anyway."

Like...literally. 

"Hmm..."

His eyes narrowed and glinted under the harsh sun, and he intertwined our hands before lowering it and shifting his gaze to his subordinates.

Okay, so at least he had stopped the chiding train. 

[Master, we go see Big Fire?] Jade asked quietly, just letting out a soft chirp instead of shouting like usual. 

"Yes, we're going to see Big Fire," I whispered back, grinning.