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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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what is the right response if your child acting like a gangster?

"Good girl," I stroked the side of the wyvern I hadn't seen for two days, who came just after breakfast and called out to me immediately.

She nuzzled the side of my face until I felt ticklish, which told me that she was happy to see me again. "You don't have any problem looking for your own food? What a good girl--even coming back on time." 

We were set to go later today, but I didn't see the need to wait now that Vrida had arrived. We had done everything we had to here, even gained a bonus of several dozens of fish waiting to be transported back home. I wasn't the only one who was eager for the continuation of our journey, however.

[Vrida! Jade miss you! So much to tell Vrida on the way to forest!] Jade landed on the wyvern snout and jumped its way to the top of her head. 

The wyvern let out a deep purr to greet the excited little bird. Ignis, however, learned its lesson and stayed on my shoulder to later settle behind my coat.