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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

Even a mature baby is still a baby

Just like last time, we left these people in the hands of fate.

We stripped them of their belongings--not their clothes, needed to keep it PG--and tied them with the vines. There was a river not far from the clearing, so we made a raft from dead logs and placed the belongings there, letting it flow away. If we just dumped them in the river, they might pick it up again, after all.

Since we were in a clearing not far from the road, someone would probably find them quickly. It wasn't a highway, but at least someone would pass by every three days. Merchants and such.

Anyway, Alveitya and Jade were pretty energetic, so none of them were spared from cuts and burning wounds. Shiny somehow found a way to tell the girls what those people said before, so some of them had their...umm... genitals probably non-functioning in the future.