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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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656 Chs

In the shroud of the night

Zia's blood ran cold when she heard the scream, and she pounded even harder on the door. At this point, she might break the door before someone opened it. Oh, she wished she could do that.

"What happened?!" she screamed, pounding the annoyingly sturdy frame until the side of her hands reddened. "Open the door! What happened?!"

When Zia thought she should ask the guards to just break the door, it finally opened. She wished, oh, she prayed that it would be Valen's face greeting her drowsily; but what she saw was Panne's pale face.

"L-Lady Zidoa..."

Zia rushed in immediately, her neck feeling both hot and cold. Inside, she could see Mara clutching the edge of the blanket, and the maid stuttered when she saw her.

"M-my Lady! Young Master is--"

"What--"

"He's not here!"