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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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695 Chs

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"I'm sorry, sweetheart...even though I said this is my part," Natha stroked my face with a face full of guilt and regret.

But I shook my head readily. "Mm-mm, it's fine," I hugged his neck and kissed him goodbye. "Protecting our child is also your part."

He kissed me once again afterward, before going out with Caba and Lesta. Again. It seemed like making sure the Wrath wouldn't get pushed back couldn't be done by relaxing in the Lord Castle with me while designing our future nursery.

Oh, well--this one I didn't really mind. At the end of the day, Natha would just agree with anything I said or wanted about the nursery anyway. All I needed to do was discussing it with Arta and Aunt Nezja. Zia also pinched in some ideas when he came over from time to time, although she spent most of her time in the research tower.

Heh. To think she was once crying to me because she had no idea what to do with the feeling of having a first crush.