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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

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"Party?"

The last thing I ever thought would come during this time with a war ongoing and enemies abound came out of Natha's mouth when I visited him in his office--something I hadn't been doing in a long time. 

They were in the middle of some discussion when I popped up, and since Natha let me stay to listen, I asked what they were talking about. The answer was that...they were about to throw a party?

I looked at Natha, blinking in curiosity. "That's rare..."

"Is it?" Arta laughed while placing a cup of tea and an assorted box of cookies in front of me. "His Lordship always held at least one party every year."

My brows raised. "Really?"

"There's always the harvest festival banquet, and there's the wedding party this year," Arta started to list them, putting one cookie for one event on my plate. "Oh, we don't have the autumn banquet because of the war this year, so there's that."

Oh, when she put it like that...