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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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660 Chs

Gifts are nice as long as they are not mentally challenging

Perhaps because it was a familiar thing, Jade jumped off my shoulder and scooted closer to peek into the box.

[Master, it's like the one you use for Spear]

"Yeah," I reached out my hand, but before I could touch the scroll, it was already trembling and elevating out of the box, hovering in front of me before softly landing on my stretched-out palms.

The scroll was visibly in a better condition than the previous one, probably because it ended up in elven hands, who knew better about the significance of the scroll. It didn't look worn out, tied in a cord with a small, round seal bearing the shape of a great tree--the symbol of the druid.

I brushed my finger over the seal, sending a thin string of mana inside. And just like that, the seal cracked open. 

"Why...didn't you hand this to one of the druid tribe's Chiefs?" I held the scroll from opening and looked up. "They are of royal blood too."