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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

Role-playing is so fun!

The day of the humans' infiltration.

"Why do you need a swivel chair?" Izzi asked curiously while modifying my armchair in the master suite. 

"So it can swivel, duh."

The golden eyes stared at him unamusedly, but I just grinned at him and told him to get on with it. 

"Haven't you seen some movies? I want to greet them while sitting on a chair and turn it slowly--you know, for suspense!" I chuckled lowly while sitting on another chair and stroking Jade on my lap. The little bird was confused, but just went with it since it liked to be caressed. 

Izzi looked at us and shook his head while exhaling. "You want to act like a mafia or something?"

"I mean...I was a grandson of a mafia boss..."

"What?!"

"What?"

Izzi blinked at me slowly, before turning back to finish my swivel chair and mumbling inaudably.