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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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I swear I only meant to watch the trial peacefully!

"If you can do that, you should have done it for me!" Izzi hissed once we arrived in front of the court hall's door.

"I can't control it well enough for just individual usage," I shrugged. "But if you want to feel like you're in a furnace, then by all means..."

I raised my hand again, and Izzi stepped back, hiding behind the smaller Zia. "Do you not know moderation, boss?"

"I haven't got my formal lesson, yet, my dear employee," I patted the elf's shoulder and this time, really put on my poker face as Lesta once again offered his hand for me before we stepped into the court hall.

Two guards bowed and opened the door of the court hall for us, and I could hear noises again. This time, it was somber and filled with whispers, finally matching the vibe of a courthouse. Unlike the plaza, however, the noise instantly died down once we stepped inside.