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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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496 Chs

The romance of magical fantasy setting

"Oh!"

I stared at the bustle of activity in front of me, excitement filled my chest.

The banquet had ended and the hall had been emptied. But that didn't mean the castle workers were at ease. After the bore of cleaning up after the banquet, the whole castle was now getting busy with the preparation for our journey. And Natha had brought me along to observe it.

The piles of provisions to be used during the journey, the crates of mana stones, things to be given to the citizens, and many more. They were laid on the court to be inspected by Natha before getting packed.

And then, there was the row of carriages. What fascinated me was that they didn't have the part to be attached to beasts, like a normal carriage should. It looked more like a car; the area for the couch was covered while the cabin for the passenger at the back looked like a normal carriage. 

"Is that..." I pulled on Natha's sleeve while staring at the carriages.