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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

Children should grow slowly

"He won't suddenly turn into a toddler, right?" Neel eyed my son suspiciously. 

"Isn't that too much? I'll be terrified too if that's the case," I shuddered. "I don't want to skip the whole process of him being all cute and wobbly!"

"Just making sure," Neel rubbed her chest slowly and sighed. "That's a relief."

What kind of movies did she watch in the past?

"Anyway, I know he's cute and such--but you're not calling me here just to brag about him, right?"

"What's wrong with bragging?" I pursed my lips. "Won't you naturally want to brag if you have a son like him?"

My passionate declaration was met with enthusiastic nodding from Natha and the Tower staff, making Neel roll her eyes in exasperation. I laughed and patted her back before she really turned around back returned to the Tower.

"Alright, alright--I do have something else to talk to you about," I held her shoulder and seated her on the upper garden chair.