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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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660 Chs

Is there really no such thing as too much spoiling?

"I could see you frolicking from all the way here, my Lord."

The first thing that greeted us in the greenhouse was Lesta leaning into the door and commenting with a playful smirk. I had this thought that he seemed to look like a calm and collected person at first, but as I spend more time with him, I could see the casual playfulness that he shared with his twin.

"Your point?" Natha replied with a flat tone as we entered the greenhouse, which meant he could either be a bit spiky about that or just didn't care. Hmm...tough line.

But Lesta also responded with an easy smile. "That I'm glad there's a guarantee of you being in a good mood throughout the day."

"Cheeky, aren't you?" Natha scoffed while shoving the large fern away from the pathway for me.

As I thought, he did act rather differently with his close vassals. More cordial--or perhaps it was because he was in a good mood? I felt kind of bad for Heraz that had to face the peeved Natha last night.