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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?

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Having a clingy fiancé is better than having an ignorant one, right?

"When is the trial?"

I asked while Natha finally got his breakfast. We were still in the office, because to show that life would still go on, the Lord should still be working. But Natha didn't let me go back to the quarters or visit Izzi in the research tower.

He wanted me there, with him, period.

"New Year," Natha replied dryly.

"What, on the New Year?!" Arta yelled in flabbergastion. "Are they crazy?!"

Natha shook his head and swallowed the food in his mouth before replying. "The last day of the festival."

"Festival?" I took a grape from Natha's fruit bowl and popped it in my mouth. There would be another festival? I tried to remember the realm's calendar. "Ah...the blessing?"