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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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I heard a chef is basically a scientist making edible stuff

Do we really have to attend all of these feasts?

Yes, yes we do. It was the custom here to hold a feast every time there was a guest, and it wasn't just once, but on each day the guest stayed. So, yeah...I would have to power through this event every night.

But Natha told the Vampire Lord that I didn't like taking my meal in public places--like the court hall--so the feast was now being held in the Lord's quarters. Aside from the three vampires who attended yesterday, the other four vassals also came today. It seemed like they originally came for a meeting with Natha today, and extended their stay for the feast.

If you asked me how it felt to be surrounded by tall, pale, gorgeous people--you asked the wrong person. You had to ask their 'mother', who for some reason stayed petite, unlike the other vampires.