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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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495 Chs

Even a grave robber needs to heed a plundering moral code

Natha's private quarter consisted of two levels.

The large bedroom that felt like it could be used for playing ball was on the second level, along with a dressing room that might as well be a clothing store, and the bath chamber with a tub that I could use for swimming.

If Natha's private floor in the Lair felt like a luxury apartment, this one felt like a penthouse.

Even with how large everything was on the second level, the first level was twice that. There was the big foyer, the reception room, the wide living room that could be used to dine, the study with my own little reading corner, a pantry that felt more like a wine storage, and last but not least; the collection room.

Forgive me—rooms.

I hadn't gone inside exactly, but I took a peek yesterday, when Natha brought me there to register my mana wave. The entrance was only one, but there were several chambers inside, probably to contain different types of treasures.