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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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To get a sure catch, you should use all kinds of baits

Just like that, while waiting for the fake Alveitya, I practiced the spear art with the shapeshifted, Qu'en, to perfect their art. They also started to try and act like me--or rather, Valmeier--because they needed to do some extensive acting if the agents decided to catch and detain them.

If I had to be honest, Qu'en did a good job. So good that people were weirded out by how different we were, saying we looked more like twins with different personalities.

My reply?

"War changes a person. So let's avoid war as much as possible."

That was my speech, which was incredibly ironic because I said it in the middle of war preparation...somewhat.

"Okay, I think that's good enough," I nodded at Qu'en, telling them to take a rest.