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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
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655 Chs

consummating your marriage is not merely physical

This teleportation took more time than usual. It was at least five seconds, I think? Meaning the distance was really, really far. I didn't think it took this long when he brought me from Lenaar to the Lair.

But I understood why; he did say we would go to an island. An island where there would be only the two of us there. I heard that during my seclusion period, he distracted himself from the stress of not seeing me by going to the island and preparing the place we would stay in during our...ahem--honeymoon. I wonder what kind of place it--

"Oh..."

My eyes fluttered the moment his wings retreated. In front of me was a cabin--a log cabin. It wasn't big or fancy; in fact, it looked so ordinary that I would have a hard time believing Natha would stay in this kind of place any other time. It was small enough, and probably only consisted of a bedroom with a bath chamber, living room, and a kitchen.