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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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Look at me being a representative of greed

"Can a Demon Lord from another Realm just in and out of the Castle like that?" I tilted my head when Uncle Sol came inside the dining room, leaving his griffin on the balcony. 

"Can you order a new Demon Lord for anything anytime these days?" Uncle Sol quipped, and all I could do was grin while hiding behind my Demon Lord husband.

Well, he talked like that, but her tone was still soft, and he looked at me with a smile. I guessed he still felt guilty about what his disciple had done, even though it wasn't his fault. Otherwise, a new Demon Lord who still had to consolidate his power in the new territory wouldn't just use his precious time making a set of teleportation tokens in three nights when it usually took two weeks. 

No wonder he looked even more sleep-deprived. 

"I don't have much time, so I'll explain this quick," he walked over and placed the plaques in my hands. "One in point A, one in point B, and this one needs to be held by the person moving."