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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

playing house is not as easy as I thought

"Ah, I should have lit up the lantern first before we went," Natha slapped his forehead when we returned to a dark cabin. Dark everywhere, honestly, since we were in the middle of the woods.

Thankfully, there were fireflies and some glowing moss around the cabin and the river, so it was actually pretty nice--not a horror vibe, I mean.

"I'm sorry sweetheart--I want to make it perfect, but..."

I couldn't help but laugh at his worried face. It was kind of cute that he always wanted to look cool and everything, but I loved his occasional slip-up as much as his cool countenance.

"I don't want it to be perfect, though..." I grinned and kissed him before climbing up to the dark porch. "You're not in front of your subordinates anymore, so stop acting cool in front of your husband."

"Say that again," he pulled my waist and pinned me against the porch railing. "And stop acting shy in front of your husband."