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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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657 Chs

Relaxing after a day of hard work is the best feeling ever

"Ooh! Good job, Shiny!"

I took the bead from the mole and compared it to the real relic. They looked exactly the same, down to the sheen and luster of the surface; like a pearl reflecting iridescent light. The only difference was the Goddess's essence that made it glow, so I infused a little bit of a light mana to imitate the effect.

Since I incorporated the magic owned by Valmeier the priest, low-level church members might even think it was the real relic. Hmm...perfect.

[Look same!] Jade clapped enthusiastically.

"Oh, what a masterful forgery," Heraz said.

Well, even our master spy said so.

Chii! Chii!

The mole patted its chest proudly, and I had no choice but to admit its mastery. "Yes, yes--here's your grilled shellfish."

I stroked the gray fur with a laugh and rewarded the mole with its favorite dish.

Chii!