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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

When you thought you were done with your work, but you get a surprise extra time

As you know, even when the Primordial One was still around, the three races were not necessarily lived in peace. As long as there were people, conflicts were bound to arise. 

I mean...even Natha and I had conflicts sometimes. 

Conflicts were inevitable, but it was possible to be managed. That was why we had order in this world; we had justice systems; we had laws. The decision to never escalate conflict to the point of war was one of them. 

This desire, when I thought about it, was probably affected by the three deities' own habit of bickering among themselves. Each of them had their own personality and way of life, and sometimes, it clashed. But just like how the tears of the gods could become the sea and flood the world, the fun sibling fights could be a full-fledged animosity as it trickled down the world of mortals. 

This was why neutral forces were born. The Sacred Guardians.