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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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710 Chs

That feeling when you know the fate might be on your side after all

For ten seconds, we only stared at the words until they vanished, leaving the stone surface smooth again. Afterward, the silence prevailed for a minute more, before I opened my mouth and stuttered.

"A...Auntie?"

"Yes?"

"I'm not seeing things, right?"

"I surely hope not."

This time, even Aunt Nezja looked surprised. Just like me, she stared at the stone disc without blinking. As if in a trance, she reached out for the stone and wrote just one word.

Sangen?

I presumed it was the name of the human who corresponded with the society before. But...would that person still be alive? If the last connection was during the war, it would be around ninety years ago.

Humans couldn't live that long.