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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

If you can't beat someone with strength, beat them with numbers

To show that nothing wrong was happening, we walked together to the greenhouse after I was done changing my robe. Aunt Nezja, Amarein, and D'Ara were walking together with us, while Zia and Izzi went ahead to help Mara and Panne prepare the place.

Walking leisurely, we made sure to converse in a slightly louder voice than usual so the Castle staff and the guests who might still be around could hear us. It wasn't difficult to appear cheery with Jade jumping around excitedly, feeling happy because I was no longer sad and because he could see Shwa again. Natha even had to catch him and ended up carrying him because Jade almost fell, and--

Hmm...it wasn't a bad picture. We looked like a family with two kids like that, and I couldn't help but giggle.

Also, for some reason, Jade became slightly clingy to Natha. Perhaps he finally realized that Natha was a part of his precious treasure.