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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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Nothing is really empty and barren in this world

There was a vastly different vibe between our arrival and departure. When we got ready to leave the next day, they almost didn't want to let us go.

Whether it was the residents, the priests, or the children--rather than hiding inside their homes, they came out to see us go. Renna was very much glowing at this improvement, even if it came through materialistic processes. Jade even left another two jars of candy for the children as a farewell gift.

The Bishop and the other priest couldn't stop talking about 'miracle' and whatnot even though they could probably find the mine themselves one day. Ignis was just finding it while exploring, and I had no time to take care of such a thing.

Honestly, I was glad to empower the group opposing the church, but their sudden enthusiasm after the dry reception when we first came was a bit uncomfortable, and I wished they would stop doing it around me.