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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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496 Chs

Jealousy is a greater motivation than love

I wanted to go to the stream, but unfortunately, I couldn't do that until Natha gave permission. Doun was positively frightened at the mention of it, and I had a feeling it stemmed from his short audience with the Lord the day before.

So, while waiting, I spent time in the garden and the grass field, training my control over the purified energy. 

The elemental mana outside the forest was nowhere near as rich, so the purified energy produced wasn't as much. While it didn't take me much time or effort to do it, the end product was rather small, just as big as a tennis ball. But I reckoned it was enough for me to start my experiment.

That was, if the naughty little bird didn't snatch it first.

I was in the middle of staring at the little brownish-green ball, trying to see if I could manipulate its shape, when Jade swooshed down from my shoulder and snatch the ball of energy in its beak.

*chirp!*