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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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656 Chs

Bargaining for an intimate time with your elders is never not embarrassing

"We can't?" I asked in dismay. 

Now that I had gotten calmer, I climbed off Natha's lap and someone brought an additional armchair for Natha to sit on. Good--at least they let him in on this conversation. Perhaps because they were afraid I would go into panic again.

Amarein glanced at the Chiefs, and they proceeded to take their seat. Now, it felt like a meeting again, especially with the more tense atmosphere. 

"My dear Prince," the scribe of the Alnin tribe, Grandma Renalien, spoke softly. "Lady Amarein had informed us of the information you wish to see. I am yet to be aware of whether she had told you about it, but the record is something that could only be read inside the archive room of Alzeriya--the Great Tree."

"Every record, book, and scroll placed in the archive room may not be brought outside," Tiralein explained further. "So the only way for you to read it is by letting you enter the archive room."