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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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Battlefield of the Mind

When the wyvern and her rider vanished inside a glowing light, Natha could not fathom what had happened. He stood there, stunned, frozen, with an outstretched hand reaching out to an empty space.

That emptiness, on the tip of his fingers, felt devastatingly familiar. A feeling he struggled against long, long ago.

"What...what..."

For a second, his vision went dark. Amidst the cold and darkness, Natha instinctively sought a source of light, and turned toward the only light left in his life.

"M-my son..." the Demon Lord--no, the nightmare who just experienced a nightmare, scrambling forward with staggering steps. "My flower..."

But his advance was halted by a blazing wall of Salamander's fire.

Startled, Natha widened his shaking eyes. "What...are you doing?"