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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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657 Chs

There's always a fuss when the family's baby leave the nest for the first time

For better or worse, Natha became less of a worrywart after receiving the inter-realm communication orb. Perhaps the notion of being able to have a call with me lessened his concern.

This is why phones and network systems are important, folks!

And this was why I begged Aina to somehow finish that smartphone she wanted to make. Well, I guessed making this inter-realm communication device was her effort to step forward into cellphone technology.

Getting less worried didn't mean he became less vigilant, however. Despite the nice, intimate, tender moments we spent during the night, he looked at me sharply in the morning, right after breakfast and before I left for the Island. 

"Don't lower your guard; this time, you're in someone else's territory," he looked into my eyes and spoke with a stern tone. "If anything suspicious happens, no matter how small it is, immediately give me a signal."

"Alright, alright."