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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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496 Chs

Motherhood is not always waiting until after you have your baby

Ah...

Would answer it with a simple 'just curiosity' cut it? I was in front of someone who had lived longer than the calendar after all. Also...she told me some information that would not be available anywhere; knowledge that couldn't be bought with money. I felt like it would be insincere if I answered her untruthfully. 

Sliding my fingers over the black pendant hanging on my neck, I gave her an honest reply. "Because I thought...it might be beneficial for this child."

I felt the pulse of the seed growing stronger for a few seconds, before it grew calm again. This was only my presumption, but after hearing Shwa's voice a few times, I could feel it getting fainter and more childlike, as if the consciousness was regressing. 

So I had a feeling that, even though Shwa was supposed to be the Primordial God, the child would be born as a child, with no knowledge about it, about who they were.