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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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636 Chs

Know your enemies so you can avoid them

Like everything good in this world, this private vacation too, had to come to an end.

After spending the last day doing some adventure--and by that, I meant exploring the island too, not just...ahem, playing with stuff--we finally bid our little nice cabin goodbye. This time, I managed to do what I was meant to do before--tidying up the cabin while Natha cooked.

Another list of my 'married life' had been crossed!

Granted, it was only two times, but...I still did it! Yay! Because, you know...there was no way I could do this in a place with dozens of servants tending to me, right? They would be horrified if I started doing something, even just preparing my own clothes, thinking that I was not satisfied with their service. I once decided to bring some books from the library by myself, and the servants were crying, asking if I was going to sack them since I didn't call them for help...