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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

Good things by nature will be coveted by many

I thought I was pretty lucky when I found the bead inside the grave earlier, but this...

Ah, is this how it feels to be slathered in a protagonist's halo--was what I thought at that time. Hmm...maybe because I was doing it with the Hero? Logically, he was the protagonist of this world, right?

The Bishop's angry glare and betrayed look melted like ice on a volcano as he pointed at the bead. "That...that is..."

"Huh? Huuh? What is this?" Zarfa jumped to my side. "Where did you pick this up from?"

I received the box from Heraz and brought it to the table. "Do you remember how that noble house fought so much to get the relic back in the auction?"

"Yeah, but--" Zarfa gasped. "Oh! Did you ask your people to investigate them?"

I smiled and dropped the bead onto the plate, watching it roll toward the other four. "Well, there's a lot of things needed to be investigated from them."