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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

a home is a home because it’s filled with people who love you regardless

Natha did say it was all right, but I still felt guilty about all the crying and mood swings, especially to the servants.

It wasn't every day, but they also couldn't call Natha every time I got those mood swings to calm me down. When Natha wasn't available, they had to face my changing moods and unreasonable demands by themselves, because I would never calm down until those demands were fulfilled or Natha came to pick me up in his arms and soothe me.

When I was in that space, not even the vassals and my kids could do anything.

That was shy I felt so bad for the servants, especially Mara and Panne who were at the forefront of my hormonal attack.

"I'm sorry..." I sniffed while shoving a tart winter berry I just demanded into my mouth. My eyes were swollen from crying while waiting for the whole logistics department staff to look for the out-of-season berry.