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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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Not what I expected, but okay...

"I…I was just wondering why you haven't visited…"

Damn it! It was more embarrassing than I thought. Not about me wanting to see him, but that something like that had to be conveyed through a military-grade communication device.

I mean, there was nothing urgent about me worrying about whether or not he was angry with me.

It was so embarrassing seeing his subtle smirk, and even more so because I couldn't even move my head to avoid his gaze, still being pinned down by his caressing hand.

"I didn't think you'd be that bothered by my visiting schedule," his smile just got wider with the increasing heat on my face. "I'll make sure to give you constant updates from now on."

Despite the teasing smile, his eyes were deep and calm, like a silver mirror that reflected the flush on my cheeks. But even then, strangely, my heart felt calm. Despite the increased rate of the beat, I felt at ease the moment he said he'd give me constant updates.