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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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That time I become a drug dealer for fairies in another world

How absurd.

Never in my wildest imagination had I pictured a fairy eating a candy, much less a whole group. The meadow was filled with the swirling elemental bursts, that instead of clashing, were tangling with each other. Still chaotic, but also fun, like fireworks.

Along with these elemental bursts was a buzzing sound like all kinds of bugs yelling and laughing at the same time. They ate the candy silently, staying still in the air, but afterward...when the sugar got fully digested in their system, they immediately swooshed around like balloons losing gas.

"I guess no one ever gave them candies?" I whispered.

"Not that I recall," Amarein, who had moved from the bridge, had the corner of her lips twitched in amusement. "Truly fascinating."

"Do you think they'll agree to it?"

"As long as you give them candy, perhaps?"