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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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I swear I didn’t try to start anything!

'That's why'?

What did that even mean? I looked toward the training ground, where the soldiers were gathering in several groups. Except for those patrolling the castle, the city, and the border, seemed like everyone was here. They sported different colors of training gear, perhaps to mark the division where they came from. Some were still glancing toward us, but most were already back to talking among themselves.

Did you want to rile up dozens of soldiers at once? I stared dumbfoundedly at the Chief Guard, and then turned to look at Malta. But she didn't say anything, and just looked back at me with her expressionless face.

What...was happening here?

Was this part of the plan? Were they trying to see how soldiers would react to the presence of the demon slaughterer?