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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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695 Chs

Careful what you wish for

My mind was blank for a few seconds.

"H-huh? Me? What do you mean? Why me?" I straightened my back and gripped the communication orb tighter. "Wait--does that mean you are being chased?"

[Calm down, girl]

"How can I--"

"Sweetheart," Natha's voice brought me back from my nearly panicked state. He was also holding Shwa in his arms, patting the baby who looked on the verge of crying. "Let her explain."

[Oh, hello Lord Banker] Zarfa said with a laugh, and hearing how light her voice was calmed me further. Without realizing it, I fell into my old habit.

"Haa...I'm sorry," I patted the green hair of the boy who hugged me tightly. My children must have sensed my distress, and I reached out to stroke Shwa's cheek too after placing the communication orb on the mattress. "Please continue."