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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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Speak with your mouth before speaking with your fist

I wasn't a stranger to golems. Hell--the whole Lair was managed by golems. There were around thirty seven golems, not including the ones in maintenance, who managed the whole Lair in two shift rotations per day.

Angwi spent her time in the Castle as Shwa's nanny now, but she would return to the Lair once in a while to check on the golems. Each kind of golems needed their own maintenance, which were differed based on its size and shape. And there were a lot of varieties.