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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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710 Chs

Mixing some truths had always been the recipe for a good lie

Aaah! I felt so dumb! So stupid! We could have had all the relics already!

"Sweetheart, we don't know if this is the last relic yet," Natha shattered my self-regret.

I looked up from my curling position on the floor. "What...what do you mean?"

"It was two years ago," Natha said while carefully folding the debt contract back. "It might be the relic that Heraz took from that aristocrat's house."

Oh...

I straightened my back, but soon deflated again. "But if that was the case, then we were back to square one..."

Natha smiled and patted my head, before pulling me off the floor. "What I'm trying to say is that we should look into it more before getting stressed out about it."