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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 kill or not to kill...that is the question

The best way to perfectly appear to be asleep was by...well, sleeping. 

You see, night watch was not my thing, okay? Valmeier might do it often, but I had lived being pampered by my Demon Lord for two years, so good sleeping hours had become my normal. Staying the whole night to guard was never in my schedule.

And damn it--if it wasn't the most boring thing, even more than studying. At least, with studying, there would be some interesting stuff popping up now and then from the text, and some satisfaction when I understood something and earned new knowledge. More often than not, night watch duty only made someone sleepy for the next day.