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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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655 Chs

Fast or slow, when it's the time, then it's the time

"Master..." when the sun climbed to the peak, Jade climbed into my lap again, laying his head on my shoulder. "Jade sleepy..."

I hugged the little boy and patted his back gently. "It's alright, you play a lot with us today. You can have a nap,"

"But...Jade...will be bird again..."

"It's okay," I kissed his temple and told him softly. "You'll still be the Jade that I love."

Jade let out a soft giggling sound, and, perhaps feeling reassured, the little boy started breathing softly, steadily, as I caressed his back, singing him the lullaby my Grandma used to sing. Zia and Izzi left then, to not disturb the little boy, and a few minutes later, I could feel Jade grow slack in my arms, and the boy started to glow.