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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+
Không đủ số lượng người đọc
656 Chs

Dragon 101 with Vampire Mother

"Actually, I had thinking of proposing to you here," Natha suddenly confessed when the sky got even redder.

I was about to call for Vrida and Jade to come back, but now I couldn't because I lost my voice then. Or rather, I was almost choked in surprise.

"After coming back from the Sanctuary, when I was looking at the sunset and daydreaming, I thought of proposing to you here," Natha let out a silly smile, a smear of red on his cheek; whether it was a blush or just a reflection of the sun's last light.

"I like your proposal," I told him sincerely, taking his hand again; a cold hand that reminded me of the falling snow. "It's us. Our meeting, our moment. It's something only we know."

And I loved how abrupt it was, how unplanned, how impulsive. Knowing how much Natha liked to plan things in an orderly manner, the proposal tasted even sweeter.