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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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660 Chs

Make sure you are healthy before any kind of exercise

Natha smiled--widely, and even...smugly. As if he was proud that he fell for me at that first meeting.

 

"Oh, gosh--" I buried my burning face in my palm. "I don't even remember ever saying that!"

 

"Well, to be fair, you were delirious and in critical condition," he shrugged.

 

I gasped, looking up from my palm. "Ah, yeah, I was getting scolded so much,"

 

"You are reckless from the beginning," he shook his head and let out a sigh, as if I was a naughty child that had caused him many heart attacks. 

 

Wait...I think he also like this when he visited me again after that. He was one of the people who scolded me, but I remembered feeling happy because he scolded me out of worry, not because I became an inconvenience from fainting.