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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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656 Chs

Doing whatever we can to prepare for the future is the virtue of mortals

"Val," Zia held my hand on the way back, biting her lips nervously. "I'm sorry..."

I looked at her wordlessly, wondering what she was apologizing for. Was it because she also looked at the Demon King with sparkling eyes without realizing the questionable way he looked at Shwa?

"You...must have been so disappointed," she muttered while chewing her cheek, looking down sadly and apologetically. Even her palm felt damp, showing me her anxiety. 

To be honest, I couldn't blame the other demons. They didn't have an alpha seed like Natha, so they had no natural defense against the heightened affection. Besides, unlike Natha, she and the other demons didn't have the promise to raise Shwa. They weren't Shwa's parents, who were supposed to put him as a priority above anything else.