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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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I know life is full of surprises, but I hope they came in queue

It took me a while to calm down, and I felt like I was shrieking a little bit. Thankfully, it wasn't a communication orb, so this Sagan person couldn't hear my undignified noises. As I was busy fanning myself, a reply came.

'I'm not sure about the exact location because it's in a code,' it was quite a long text this time. 'But the diagram is clear enough.'

A code. I wondered what it was. Oh, I hoped it was something Aunt Nezja would know--maybe the Society's code or something? Could Eruha or Lesta decode it if we got this diary? But oh--we really didn't have much time! And what if it was nothing in the end? Oh, my mind was in a mess--this was why I needed Natha by my side!

'You can do whatever you want with it,' the text came and Aunt Nezja patted my arm so I could pay attention again. 'Just stop these heretics plan.'

Heretics...