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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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A bit of spice is needed before a wedding

I looked at the pristine, beautiful white card in Zarfa's hand quietly, and then turned to look at Natha. He was smiling relaxedly, and as I kept looking at him, his expression crumbled. He stared at me blankly, confusedly, and I hit his arm hard.

Tsk--he should have shown it to me first!

He blinked, still in confusion, and I hit him again. Jade was chirping in surprise, but joining me to kick Natha with its little feet.

"Uhh...sweetheart?" Natha didn't stop me from hitting him--he never did, not like he felt anything by it anyway--but he was confused. And yet, I was so annoyed that I didn't feel like explaining it to him.

"Umm...did you show this to him before, Doc?" Zarfa, who was scooting away from us along with Aina, asked curiously.

"No? Oh..."

I hit him again for the last time, since he seemed to finally get it now. I retreated, crossed my arms, and puffed my cheeks in annoyance.