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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

Not all magicians are good with their brain, okay?

Once again, I woke up with Jade looming over me, shaking my body and telling me to 'quickly get up so we can have fun' as I had promised.

Well, the 'have fun' should include laying down longer in this nice, perfect, comfortable bed, so I hugged him and rolled to the side, forcing the boy to lie down again. Jade shrieked gleefully and jumped around the bed instead of lying around, but he still let me sleep a bit longer.

Unlike Shwa.

Natha came back from feeding and sunbathing the baby, and Shwa grabbed my hair so tightly I thought he wanted to make me bald to match his head. It was like the little guy scolded me for sleeping when he was awake. Shwa was only awake around seven or eight hours a day--and some of those hours were spent during the night when Natha would swiftly take him away so I wouldn't get awoken by his cry--so I should be there during his daytime.