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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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498 Chs

The sweet demon lord and the scary demon lord, all is still my demon lord

I had an inkling already when I saw the plants and flowers around the rooms, that those were new additions that Natha made for me. I realized it when I touched the plants and felt the mana around the rooms, that they were only been there for a few weeks at most.

But the way Natha said it was 'my' greenhouse...it truly confirmed that he made changes, not only in his private quarters, but also in the castle, for me.

For my future stay in this place.

As he took my hands and led me down toward the garden, I realized it even more.

It wasn't the cold and empty corridor for the Lord like we took yesterday, but the path he led me through still felt quiet. It was also decorated with more greenery, and more flowers, and felt warmer than the other stone hallway. The mana along the way felt more vibrant, familiar, and welcoming.