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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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659 Chs

Not all conspiracy is done with malicious intention

As the sound of melodious laughter filled the air, the three demons stared at the young human with mesmerized gazes.

The previously pale face was now adorned with soft color, as the emerald eyes glowed in soft light. It brought the feeling of looking at the good things in life; the blooming flower of the spring, the refreshing drizzle of rain in the summer; like watching the fallen leaves in the autumn, and enjoying warm drinks during snowfall.

It was, simply put, beautiful.

How that human kingdom had the audacity to wrong this pure, innocent beauty was beyond the three demons. Even they, who had been bathed in filth and drenched in blood, knew this human should be treasured and protected.

Was that why their Lord claimed this human and brought him here, instead?

"I owe my life to His Lordship," Caba suddenly said after the laughing sound ended, looking vacantly at the floor. "So I couldn't help but think that you were an enemy, Young Master..."