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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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636 Chs

What’s the use of having money if we can’t squander it?

"Bassinet?" Uncle Sol raised his brow.

Yep. That was my grand mission of coming all the way to the other side of L'Anaak Eed; to ask the Grandmaster of the Magic Tower to make a little bed for my unborn baby.

Why, you ask?

Well, because our dear inventors couldn't make a freaking bassinet, that was why!

Ahem--to be fair, I did ask for a lot of features, so they felt overwhelmed by it. It seemed that fitting all of the functions and magic formations that I requested was beyond their capabilities. They said their expertise lay in adapting modern Earth technology to this world of swords and magic, which was...dodgy? Did bassinet not exist on modern Earth?

But Zia whispered to me that they just didn't want me to go ballistic on them when the product was not as I envisioned.

Ahem.

It seemed that witnessing my severe mood swings and tantrums scared them a bit.