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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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656 Chs

Be careful about saying other people's name in front of your fiance

I wouldn't say I knew magic scrolls or formations well, but Eruha gave me a passing score in identifying them, at least. And with this passing score, I could tell that the spell was meant for limited people. 

It made sense, though. The amount of mana needed to be absorbed from the environment to activate the scroll would increase with each participant involved. It might also be a safety net to make sure none but the five humans could use it.

At any rate, it means my initial plan faced its first crisis. 

"Uhh...what to do?" Zarfa scratched her neck while we were huddling in the drawing room, staring at the scroll. 

Fatia let out a sigh. "I'm terribly sorry about this, Sir..." 

"We can leave someone behind for a bit," Jin said. "It'll be too dangerous to go back alone, but staying here is safe enough. Once the land is purified, we can make the journey again."