webnovel

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+
Pas assez d’évaluations
659 Chs

My evil, cunning, kidnapper Demon Lord

"Is this why you asked Heraz to follow the Hero?" Natha asked after Heraz left the room to get on with his new mission.

"Yeah, why else would I care about him?" I shrugged. "I need to track when they would arrive in the Lair and contact you."

And avoid a potential bloodbath--but I didn't tell him that. 

"Huh..."

Natha made a face as if he was in a daze, like he was thinking of his past attitude and probably regretting it a bit. I shifted closer to poke his cheek and grinned. "Hehe...do you finally realize your jealousy is ridiculous?"

He raised his brow at my words and twisted his lips for a bit. Was he feeling embarrassed? I did not really know how he looked when he was embarrassed because he had been preventing me from looking at it. 

"No," he replied dryly, making his face flat.