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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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Being dramatic is not a race thing

The silence following my statement was to be expected, but that didn't make it less awkward. They looked more shocked than the time they found out about my origin; widened eyes, parted lips that let out no sounds, and frozen muscle.

This time, even my dear old friend was shocked. 

"You're engaged?!" she finally let out a scream while clasping her cheeks after more than a minute of silence. She looked at me and shook my arm. "To a Demon Lord??"

"To my first love, thank you very much," I pursed my lips in response. She gasped after remembering that Nathanael was my crush, before letting out a quiet 'oops' and covering her giggling mouth. 

Meanwhile, the elementalist looked at us, looking absolutely flabbergasted, almost like she was in a daze. "What exactly happened?"