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
657 Chs

Your blood is calling you home, but there's a home in your heart too

When Eruha taught me about the Realm of Nature, he used a mountain drawing as a helper. 

At the base of the mountain, deep within underground cities and tunnels, were the drows, the night children. They were the smiths, the explorers, and the Nightwatch of the realm. Due to the nature of the terrains where they lived, they were agile and deft, and had higher physical ability than the other races. They were the ones who supplied weapons and tools to the rest of the realm, and the ones people would find the most roaming other realms without hesitation. When the night came, they would climb to the surface and patrol the realm to keep it safe.