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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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Of course, a Sacred Guardian’s abode should be special

Of course, Natha knew how to ride a wyvern. Why wouldn't he? He's Natha.

But even if he couldn't, it was alright, because we didn't need to control Vrida. All I needed to do was ask her to take us to our destination, and voila! I might not be able to have a full conversation with her like a true druid, but there was enough bloodline inside me to make sure I could communicate with her well.

"I wouldn't say I'm surprised, but well...you really are a druid," the Vampire Lord commented as Natha lifted me up and put me on Vrida's back.

It was already fitted with a comfortable padded saddle lined with fur for that extra fluffiness, and I already made sure Vrida wasn't uncomfortable with the saddle. Thankfully, it was made of high-quality materials with care and tailored to her size.

"Well, it's also because Vrida is such a good girl," I patted the side of the wyvern's neck, and she let out another deep purr in response. See? A very good girl!