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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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657 Chs

Nostalgia doesn’t just belong to the seniors

"Vrida!" I ran to the balcony after dinner, where the keeper had led Vrida to hover around.

She was too big for her to land fully there, so she only perched on the railing, using the magic from her wings to balance herself and prevent her weight from crushing the structure. I raised my arms and Vrida leaned down eagerly, nuzzling my side while making a whining sound.

"I'm sorry for not greeting you immediately," I stroked her maw, and she let out a deep purr. I had ordered the keeper to bring Vrida to the Lair earlier, and she must have been confused because she was made to stay without knowing I would come too.

[Jade sorry too!] the little bird jumped to her head. [Jade sleep with Master tonight, but Jade will sleep with you tomorrow, okay?]