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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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498 Chs

Forgiveness is something to be earned, not given

The duel--or rather, sparing--didn't end with the Chief Guard. 

After that, the event continued with the elite soldiers, with the human facing several demons at once. Again, there was always a worried expression on his face, but the fluidity of his movement was nothing but veteran material. 

For the soldiers of greed that never actually brought their skill to war before, it was an eye-opening experience. Though they hadn't completely gotten rid of their fear and apprehension toward the sacred weapon, they grew to respect the one wielding such a deadly tool. Especially when they recalled how the human scolded that scary weapon like he would a child.