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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

One day, friends will have to take their own path and grows

[Is she alright?] Aleena asked worriedly when I returned to Natha's study. 

"Izzi is calming her," I let out a relieved sigh as I took a seat on the sofa again--this time, Natha came to sit with me. "She's still going with it, just with more confidence this time."

Mara had provided us with refreshments while I was kidnapping Zia, and I appreciated the warm cocoa before lunch. While sipping on the steaming sweet goodness--I liked them a bit scalding, you see--I could hear Aleena's complicated sigh. 

She must have been conflicted between feeling glad that she gained additional power by her side as well as appeasing Natha, and having her beloved little sister taking unwanted responsibility--unlike her, who had always that ambition to take up power.