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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 generous; give home to your local mythical beast, and get your own guardian contract!

When I woke up, my pillow was stiff from dried tears. Jade was caressing my cheek, and Ignis had come back from its cave to curl its tail around my wrist.

I reached out to stroke their head and sighed. "I'm sorry," I whispered, and they scooted closer to my neck, nuzzling me. "I'll be better tomorrow, promise."

At that time, the bedroom door opened softly, revealing Angwi who held a mug of herbal drink in one hand, a tray of biscuits with another, and a plate of jelly with another hand. She paused for a short few seconds, eyes trained on my face, before finally resuming her steps.

She put everything in her hands on top of the bedside table, and took a seat on the edge of the bed. And then, gently, she patted me rhythmically as if she was singing a silent nursery song. I rolled to my side and scooted closer to her like an automatic reaction. She caressed my hair then, and while she was no Natha, I felt better already.