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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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a birthday is a reminder that we survive yet another year of life!

"My darling little Prince!" Grandma Chief hugged me tightly the moment I stepped down the stairs from the waterfall side walkway. She cupped my cheeks and smiled widely. "You look radiant! And so much healthier!"

Was that her way of saying I looked chubbier now? I patted my cheeks once she let go of my face, wondering how much weight I had put on since the wedding. Oh, well--Natha liked it anyway.

"Come, come--the others had been waiting!" she ushered me and Natha--who was carrying little boy Jade--toward the Great Tree. "You're just in time!"

Indeed, just in time. Midnight came about five minutes ago before we were landing, and I had the most spectacular birthday kiss for a whole minute in the sky.

Just a whole minute, since Jade was pushing Natha aside so he could give me a kiss on my cheek on his own.