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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

The Most Beautiful Dream

It was definitely an awkward moment, to get frozen before the ceremony even began. It was almost like karma, for all those times Natha used his ability to draw people's fear and made them paralyzed on the battlefield.

But what could he do?

It was like watching a dream walk. His past, his present, his future; all converging into one single entity. Two weeks--two weeks had he spent away from his beloved, and he had to hold himself back from tearing apart the door when he heard that sweet, sweet voice.

How many times had he spent just watching the recording and the painting of his sweetheart? How many sleepless nights had he endured staring into the shadow of the Lair in the distance?

Countless times had he imagined the moment he would finally see his beloved Valen walking out of that door; toward him, and only him. He had endured being teased by his vassals for how nervous he was waiting for his bride to walk down the aisle.