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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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Violence should not be endorsed, but sometimes...maybe?

Priest of Judgment was what people used to call Valmeier--humans and demons alike. It was mainly because he was the holder of Alveitya, however. He did not actually 'judge' anyone, just straight-up killing demons.

Well, of course. He wasn't even tapping into his druid power at that time.

But I could. So I would utilize it.

Oh, no--it wasn't something fancy that would help me weigh the crime and deliver perfectly just punishment according to the law.

What it would do was balance the punishment I gave; when it felt the punishment was reasonable, it would make sure the punishment was delivered correctly; if the punishment was too severe, it would weaken said punishment, or strengthen it if the punishment was deemed too weak.

"Is that...a Royal Scepter?" Natha asked in surprise. There weren't many things that could surprise him, so it was a rather pleasant feeling.

"It's the one they used for Trials," I replied.