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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 Treasure Hunter’s wet dream

At first, I thought it would be locked by some elaborate system—you know, so I could pretend to be a secret agent or something. But it wasn't. There was a small handle to slide the door open.

Also, at first, I thought it was a door leading to a secret stairway inside the pillar—you know, so I could feel like an adventurer—as one of the secret passages Natha told me before, which he hadn't shown me one bit, by the way.

But no. The door was leading into...well, a space inside the pillar; a circular cupboard without lighting. Fortunately, I was more or least a priest, so I could conjure a light ball to use as a torch. Crouching beneath the circular staircase, I put my head inside the space to look around.