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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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657 Chs

There's always a lot of things to unpack after vacation

[Hmph!]

Ah, my little bird was sulking again in the morning. I hugged Jade and rained kisses on the green head until the little bird made a sound between whining and laughing. 

"You also spent the whole day with Vrida yesterday, except when there's food," I argued, and Jade gasped. The beady eyes moved, as if shaking, and in the end, Jade buried its face on my chest in fluster.

[Jade sorry!] It was only after I caressed the colorful plume that Jade lifted its green head. [Did Master miss Jade yesterday?]

"I did," well, at least before the sunset. "But you seem like you're having a good time with Vrida, so it's alright."

The little bird giggled and gave me a little peck on my cheek.

"If you want to come here, you can just come by yourself," D'Ara told me as we walked to the yard toward Vrida. "Wyvern always remembers the path they had visited, so she would be able to guide you here. Come with the little one."