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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

Sometimes, you need to act like you're the centre of the world

"Whoa...it's global," I gasped, before turning to face Natha. "Isn't it?"

"We're about seventy percent convinced," Natha nodded. "Eruha is looking in that direction right now."

Wow, wow, wow! Damn--they even bonded with my enemies? I should slap that freaking nightmare at least three times as a greeting later. 

"Sure, you can do that. But finish your meal first for now," Natha stroked the back of my head. "Don't forget your drink."

"Oh, did I say that out loud?"

"Yep!" Zia giggled again, breaking the tense atmosphere. Even Malta smiled slightly. "Anyway, let's not talk about those things right now. You're just waking up, you know."

But I was curious! I pursed my lips at her nagging, but also realized my emotions had been spiking up and dropping down throughout this conversation, so I still agreed in the end. It wasn't like I could do anything with my conditions.