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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

Greed does not discriminate, so let's be greedy about people too

"So I gathered that your lesson was unsatisfactory?" Natha asked as we resumed our walk in the garden--we had to, or we might end up doing some... exhibitionist thing. 

"Mm..." I let out a sigh of disappointment. "Well...Amarein told me it's not something I could hope to master in one or two days, but...I feel in a rush."

"Why?"

I bit my lips and glanced at him bashfully. "Because...I want to do it as soon as possible," my fingers unconsciously fiddled with the black pendant. Holding his hand tightly, I added with a slightly anxious heart. "I'm worried we might be too late if I take too long."

Natha put his arm around my back, stroking my upper arm reassuringly. "I'm sure you can do it eventually, sweetheart," he said. "I know well how obsessed you can be with something once you put your mind to it." 

"Is that a good thing?" I tilted my head, stopping in front of the pond and crouching there.