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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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494 Chs

It’s never too late to build a family, even if it takes two lifetimes

The best way of waking up, as expected, was by that familiar cold temperature on my body. Feeling Natha's presence even when my eyes were still closed, and then opened them to the sight of his handsome face.

What a blessing.

It's even better because he was in his original form, and not in disguise. He would have to change again when we came down, so I used the time to enjoy it as much as I could, trailing his patterns with my fingers.

[Why Master do that? Is it fun?] a fluffy green head peeked out of my blanket and Jade rolled between me and Natha. The little bird jumped to Natha's chest and poked the pattern on his slightly exposed chest with its wings. [Oh! It's...fun?]