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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+
Not enough ratings
657 Chs

If you have no negotiation skill, make sure you can act cute

"Wait!" I stretched out my palms before he could swoosh me away from his abode. 

"What?"

I put my palm flat on the table and narrowed my eyes as I looked at him. "You make me go through all of that, so shouldn't you give me something, at least?"

All that I got so far was a drink and an explanation about the trial, which honestly...I could live without knowing about it. Still nice, but Natha and Eruha always taught me to get whatever I could get. 

The blood-red eyes twitched and he let out a scoff. "Look at this audacity,"

"Hey, aren't you the one who needs me?" I argued, crossing my arms and praying inside that he wouldn't smite me for blasphemy. The red eyes narrowed as if he wanted more explanation, so I swiftly elaborated. "You went all the way to send Natha to me, and Mother sent my grandmother over--wasn't that because you need me?"

 

"How bold," the blood-red eyes narrowed. "Do you know it's called narcissism?"