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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

Even robbers have a principle

During the dinner, we talked a bit more about this situation.

"Certainly, they wouldn't stay still after realizing that the relic was gone, right?"

I turned toward Heraz again, who refused to eat and just stood in the corner closest to my chair. "When did you take this?"

"Four nights ago, Young Master."

Oh, if it was then--I turned toward my companions, whose eyes flashed in tacit understanding. "I guess they won't have time to send another group to pursue us, then."

We did make a lot of precaution during our way, but it was easy to just employ information guild all over the realm to watch for a group like us. The fact that we didn't have any more pursuers was relieving to know.

"In that case, they must already know, right? Unless they rarely checked on the item?"

"They already knew," Heraz continued. "It was impossible to take it quietly because of the warning system, so I made it look like a grand robbery."