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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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The Lair of Greed

Stealthily, they ran across the bluegrass field and entered the beautiful garden with flowers that started to bloom.

How pretty the place would be if they saw it during the day? Zarfa sighed and tried to focus on their mission. If they didn't have to hurry and be as secretive as possible, she would have enjoyed the place as much as she could before doing anything.

And, looking at her partner, it seemed like she wasn't alone in her thoughts. The elementalist had been repeatedly glancing at the top of the tower with yearning eyes. In the end, however, she just sighed and conjured a soft wind around their body, making themselves lighter so they could climb the wall of the tower.

"There doesn't seem to be any alarm magic on the wall," Fatia told the girl.