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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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That time you realized your husband is a churchboy

"Tadaaa!" I mimicked Jade as I jumped out of the Great Tree. My little boy seemed to like it since he laughed and tried to clap--although he couldn't do that while holding Shwa simultaneously.

Natha let out a relieved sigh as he approached me--along with my kids. "You seem energetic."

"Of course! I told you Mother might give me something," I grinned. 

"She did?"

"Uh-huh, a delicious drink--almost like Amrita, but smoother and very shooting," I raised my thumbs and licked my lips. My mana was full just from that, but I could feel it was decreasing gradually the moment I stepped out--just a bit, almost unnoticeable. 

But I was feeding the fetus, so...who cares?

"Alright, let's go home."

Natha sounded so eager that I almost burst out laughing. But it would be an insult to his genuine concern, so I just pressed my lips and asked Amarein. "How long was I inside?"

"Around five minutes."