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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

There are no crumb leading to the Witch's hut--I mean, tower

I felt a slight chill on my lower body, and as I looked down, I found out we were in a body of water. 

To be exact, we were on the shore of the island. Almost. I was waist-deep in the lake, which meant Aina and Zarfa were drenched almost to their chest. 

"Agh!" 

Was this why they held on to my arms? 

"Aack--why are we in the water?!"

...I guess not.

"Did she not tell you where we would land?" I tilted my head and grabbed the two girls by their waists, carrying them toward the shore. 

"Whoa...you're pretty strong Val--but no, there was no warning about it," Zarfa shook her head.