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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

Make sure to leave your child to a trustworthy babysitter while having your honeymoon

"They're not going to come out today too, huh?" Opti looked in the direction of the bedroom gallery after they had their breakfast.

The last time they saw the Lord and his pretty bride was during two dinners ago. A whole day had passed and now, as they flew across the rich southern plateau toward the volcanic mountain range, the couple still hadn't emerged from their bedroom. The servants and Panne, who went there yesterday morning to deliver their Master's morning drink, found the door--and the whole bedroom itself--clad in isolation barrier.

Well, no need for a genius to know what was going on inside.

"It's not a rut, right?" Caba asked worriedly; whether he was worried about the Lord or the human-druid, no one knew. 

"There'll be a whole different kind of barriers if that's the case," Lesta shook his head, before adding with a smirk. "I don't think they'll move at all until we reached the volcano."