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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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When Valen fearlessly told the Elder to move away, Natha had to hold himself back from coming over and kissed the man right there and then.

But when Valen took the first step into the lake, he also had to hold back from yanking Valen away, taking the man into his embrace. He even gripped the little elemental bird tightly because of that, but the bird was also tensed from the atmosphere that it didn't feel it or let out a protest at all.

That was why he brought Eruha along; to hold his body. The vampire, from the moment Valen walked toward the lake, had stepped in the Lord's shadow to lock Natha's movement. 

Because Natha, above everything else, had no confidence he could hold himself back from jumping into that lake and taking Valen away.