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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 would face this world, but I need a nap first

"Child...golem?"

D'Ara blinked in bewilderment at the sudden request. Well, it was understandable. Asking for a golem was like asking for a luxury car back on Earth. No matter how rich you were, wouldn't you be surprised if a child suddenly asked you for a mini Bentley? 

Even if you were the factory owner.

"Mm! Jade want golem that look like Jade," the little boy nodded eagerly while wiping his tears.

Just so you know, those were real tears, and Jade was truly upset before. It wasn't a scam. I didn't teach him to do that. Okay?

"Looks...like you?"

Jade nodded and brought his hand to his head. "Umm...as tall as Jade!"

I was rather worried before, but fortunately, D'Ara didn't seem upset. More like confused. "Why suddenly?"

"Because Shwa too small," Jade pursed his lips and made a sullen expression. "Shwa take long time to grow!"

Oh, look at that. I was right about him being impatient.