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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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One’s moral compass always ppoints to the world’s norm

After hearing about how Natha Delivery Service transpires from Zarfa, I told her about the consequences of her detailed recounting of the night.

Which made her laughter fill the drawing room from where I called her. What a high-quality stuff Aina made--it felt like she laughed right by my side. I had to cover my baby's ears in case he heard it and jolted awake--although, as usual, he had a very calm sleep as long as I was around.

[Ahahahahaha! No wonder your master spy was absolutely trembling back then] she cackled and cackled. [Oh, the Doc is such a petty man!]

"He's a demon."

[A petty demon! Ahahahahah!]

For some reason, she found it even more hilarious.

[Oh, Goddess! I joked about it yesterday with Aina actually; never thought it would really happen!]