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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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Everything started with a dream

Fortunately, Issa accepted it easily. "Of course," she nodded with a graceful smile. "It's been a while since we visited the Castle of Greed, so we shall take a look around."

As expected of an elf diplomat. Natha held Shwa with one arm and took Jade's hand with another, turning toward the pavilion's steps. "I will show you around the garden.

"With His Excellency the youngest Prince?" Issa covered her lips slightly with her wide sleeve. "My, what an honor."

The elves bowed to me and with that cue, they left the pavilion with my little family and the other demons. Even the servants retreated, only leaving me with Panne to host this meeting. He came with Halurean, who held an ornate box in his hands.

"Valen?" Amarein looked at me curiously, and I turned to the forest guide.

"Halurean,"

"Yes, Your Highness."