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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

Until death won’t do us part

At the risk of sounding like a total brat, I huffed and turned my head toward D'Ara, who chuckled in response.

"Yes; since our bride seems to be impatient to start, let's do this quickly."

Oof--she got me. I bit my lips and looked down to hide my embarrassment. Honestly, even though I really wanted to, I couldn't bring myself to look at Natha, because...

Why did he have to be telling me all of that now?! In front of everyone?! He should have saved it and said it to me later when it was just the two of us. Gosh--and he said he couldn't think of anything to say...

How long would his prepared speech be then?

"Shall we start?" D'Ara asked, and I unconsciously straightened my back even more.

Pressing her thumb on the base of our ring finger, her eyes glowed. The wind felt like they were suddenly stopping. I couldn't feel the breeze, but the swirling rainbow moved, parting ways so we could see the blue sky above the tower for the first time.