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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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682 Chs

Honesty came with a side effect

"No!" he cut me off instantly, voice sharp and firm.

"Oh...sorry, I went out of line," I retracted my hand completely. There was an uncomfortable sting in my heart that left a bitter aftertaste in the back of my tongue.

He got up then, straightened his back, and gently held my face. "It's not that," his voice had returned to the gentle tone he always used. "The scar simply couldn't be erased with healing magic."

"...oh?" I only realized I had been clenching my fists when I loosened them up. "Was it made by an artifact?"

"…Yes," there was a suspicious delay before he answered as he caressed my cheek softly. But he didn't sound like he was lying either. Although, to be fair, it was in his right if he wanted to hide it too. "Sorry if I sounded harsh just now, sweetheart."