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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

If someone gives you a lemon, you eat it in front of them and spit the seed right into their eyes

"Nat..."

I wanted to call him loudly, but I found my voice dwindled into nothing because of the fierceness in his eyes. I knew he wasn't angry at me, but this strong of an expression on his face when he used to repress his emotion in front of others only told me that he brought bad news.

Only...what kind of bad news?

I felt my throat dry inside the cold emanating from his body as the black feathers evaporated. My voice got stuck in my tongue while he moved to the couch, still with the boiling fury underneath his cold eyes. And I guessed it was true for everyone else because the office was dead silent. 

Wordlessly, he pulled me as he sat down harshly, prompting me to fall to his lap. Still surprised at the sudden movement, I could only freeze when Natha pressed his head on my shoulder.