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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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Blood Does Not Lie

They didn't think Valen would be in danger, but they surely didn't think that they would see the man sitting on a chair as the magician trembling on his feet. 

And there didn't seem to be a fight--except for the bits of shattered stone on an elevated platform--so they couldn't help but stare in astonishment, wondering what could possibly happened during the time they took to reunite and climb the tower.

"Forgive me...please forgive me..." they heard she beg. "Please forgive me. What...what should I do so you can forgive me, S-Sir...Master..."

She practically clawed at Valen's trousers, and the little bird chirped aggressively at her, sending out a gust of wind to repel her from its master. Zarfa secretly wondered if it was because the bird worried about its master's leg, or because someone unauthorized called Valen 'Master'.