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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

A chaotic beginning is part of what makes it fun!

On a quiet night, the sound of hiccup seemed like it was amplified threefold. Naturally, everyone turned around to look at the source in reflex. Thanks to that, I could finally look at the girl without the bulky clothes.

In fact, the clothes behind her cloak were of the highest quality compared to the others. It was easy to conclude who she was; the princess of Midas--who was the financial sponsor of the Hero's...hero-ing effort. 

The girl was covering her mouth, looking surprised at the sound she made herself. But even with that, I could recognize her. How couldn't I? He was the only friend I had in my previous life.

But the others were looking at her in confusion. "Cecilia? Did he mean to call you? But..." the elementalist looked at me briefly, before going back to the hiccuping girl. "But your name is..."