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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

I forgot how petty my husband could be

Later, much much later, I asked Zarfa what had transpired during Natha's delivery service that day, and she told me as such:

They were in the usual hotel, and since I informed Ignis that Natha would be the one coming, Zarfa did not put the token in the bedroom--naturally. She placed the token in the room we used as a strategy/meeting room, where Natha appeared later in his guise.

Wonderful. How dare they see that appearance longer than me? Anyway...

The delivery service was superb. Shiny jumped off safely--if not slightly terrified. But that was normal since Shiny did not have immunity to Natha's fear. Nor the other humans. Zarfa already knew what a silly lover boy Natha was from his doctor days, so she bypassed the fear wall. Aina...was just fearless.