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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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654 Chs

A greedy soul, a beautiful soul (1)

"What...do you mean I..."

Val felt his whole body shaking. There was something ringing in his ear, the sound of hundreds of memory fleeting by—memories that did not belong to him. And when they stopped, he was watching a scene as if it was a video recording.

It almost made his heart stop breathing.

A memory of him, but not him, holding the Spear of Judgment, driving the point down into someone's flesh. Someone so familiar.

Someone so dear.

His shaking eyes were getting blurry as he looked up, at the back of that familiar someone. The sensation...it wasn't just his brain—his hand was forced to remember the sensation of stabbing into flesh...

Val clasped his hands over his mouth, feeling a burning sensation in his throat that threatened to come out in a choked gasp.

"Don't play dumb, you human! What kind of devious trick are you—"

"Dal Caba!" the Demon Lord roared, pushing the green demon away with mana-fueled strength. "You shut your mouth and back off! That's an order!"