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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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Is my child a greedy one, or a glutton?

[...rry...'m sorry...]

I heard a sorrowful sobbing sound before I opened my eyes, and I heard another sobbing sound when I opened them. Were they coming from the same source? I had no idea; I had no time to discern it, to be exact, because I had to face the stream of tears dripping into my face.

[Papa! Papaaa!]

I didn't know so much water could come out of such a small bird.

"Ja...de?"

Contrary to my thought, calling out its name made the little bird cry even louder. [Papaaa! Papa is awake! Papa is awake!]

Ah...so I wasn't just sleeping? Gradually, my memory came back and I recalled seeing Shwa bloom in the garden. I was about to take my journal and then...nothing.

Was I...fainted?

"Sweetheart?" a comparably calmer voice came to my ears--and it was a generous judgment since even a scream could be called calmer than Jade's wail. "Sweetheart, can you hear me?"