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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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660 Chs

Not everyone could find home in foreign lands

"What?" 

The vigilant expression soon turned into confusion.

"Why...I was summoned?" the Hero blinked repeatedly.

This kind of question should have crossed his mind a few times--at least more than once. When he first came to this world, for example. And then again, when he realized waging war with demons was wrong. But the more he questioned it, the more he would feel lost. Because, in the end, no one could give him an answer.

It would be easier if he was just someone who reincarnated here like the others. But the moment he came here, the term 'Hero' immediately slapped to his identity; a label that carried so much responsibility. Someone who was dubbed a 'Hero' couldn't just go and live his life carelessly like others.

He couldn't just sit still and squander his lover's wealth without a care for the world's affairs like a certain someone. 

Hehe.