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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

Networking is important even if you're in the wild

"Whoaa...you're seriously well-prepared!"

The kids exclaimed at the camping equipment and ingredients I took out. Honestly, I had no idea why they were reacting like that--I mean, they also brought all kinds of equipment. Especially Aina, who seemed to bring half his kitchen into the journey.

Gosh--this kind of journey would be so much harder without dimensional storage items, wouldn't it? No wonder they were so expensive. 

Thankfully, Arta didn't only pack one tent, but several, and we decided to use what I brought because everyone was curious about the tents from the Demon Realm. Thanks to that, I was freed of construction duty, and thanks to the ingredients, I was also freed from cooking duty.

"What kind of sponsor does menial work anyway?" Zarfa waved her hands, giggling, before whispering to me. "Besides, can you really do any of this?"

"No?" I shrugged, and we giggled while watching Aina make her kitchen.