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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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710 Chs

Children are the key to peace

This time, no one was in panic.

I did not black out, because Shwa left out around a quarter of my mana. The headache came from it being drained too fast, but I was even well enough to watch the layer of petals bloom oh so beautifully, with more little flowers popping out to fill the garden. The little shed had turned completely into a flower field; some even crawled on the wall and into the frame of the bed in the corner.

But I could only enjoy the view for a minute before I had to bid Shwa goodbye and receive my transfusion in the Lord's Quarter. Jade refused to go away this time, so we had Lesta come over to babysit him while Natha and D'Ara set up my transfusion. Naturally, Eruha came along too, since neither of them had seen this device and how it worked.

"Lesta, why can't Jade see it?" my little boy asked with a sullen voice while Lesta covered his eyes from the sight of Natha piercing my wrist with a needle.