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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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654 Chs

The first step for a raid is forming a party

Splitting our force.

Yeah. Of course! It wasn't like we were consisted of weaklings. Even Zarfa, who looked like she couldn't contribute anything but money and brain, knew how to kill someone with a hand fan--something her mother told her to learn because a successful merchant's life was always bound to be targeted.

Now that I thought about it, we actually never fight full force, together. During the mercenary attack, I handled them with the Hero alone. In the ruin, we split our force. Of course, going to the ruin or dungeon alone was never recommended, because anything might happen. But even then...just splitting into two groups would help a lot.

"Unfortunately, I don't think we can split into more than two," Zarfa said. "Not because we lack manpower, but...I don't think anyone other than you and Jin would be able to tell whether or not the relic is legit."