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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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644 Chs

in the end, it’s what people do in a honeymoon

"I'm sorry--God, I'm so sorry!" 

Natha had his head on my lap and his knees on the ground, hugging my waist tightly with his trembling hands. He had been in this state for fifteen minutes already, apologizing over and over again, so much so that I couldn't even say anything in response. 

That was the first thing he did after I woke up. Still in a groggy state after...how many days was it? Oh, I had no idea. Anyway, I was still too dazed to react, sitting on the edge of the bed in confusion because everything had been cleaned and fixed and I was already clean and clothed.

I had just started rubbing my eyes and yawning widely when the door opened suddenly as if it was in panic or something. Naturally, because the one opening it was even more in panic. He was pale, as if all the flush he experienced the past few days sucked everything.