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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

I guess our child is really our child

Parents had such weird thoughts sometimes. Or perhaps it was just me.

Even while my heart ached from my baby's miserable wailing, I wanted to quickly show this face to Natha--not out of concern, but glee. It would be different if Shwa was crying because he was sick, but knowing he was missing me so much he cried so sorrowfully. I wanted to show off for a bit.

"Should we go to your Daddy's office?" I swayed my baby in contemplation but in the end, I decided to go to the recreation room across the nursery.

After all, I didn't want to disturb the people who were doing their best at the end of the working hours. As much as I saw my children as the most adorable things in the world, not everyone was fond of children or babies. The thought of someone feeling annoyed by my baby's cry, even if it was done secretly, broke my heart.