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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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637 Chs

Is misunderstanding part of the genre now?

"That's fast," I took the quill and put my signature on the parchment too.

Honestly, Natha would probably laugh at this crude contract...no--Natha would only smile and pat my head in a 'good job for trying' way; the laughing one would be Lesta and Eruha would tilt his head questioning his teaching because why would I make an impromptu contract like that.

Yeah...I probably should have made the contract beforehand, perusing it myself, and only given it to the Bishop after I was really, really sure, but hey--no time to waste! We were going to leave this place tomorrow and I had no idea if we would return.

Oh, whatever. It wasn't like they were here, and I wasn't really losing money. They would only sigh at my too-swift decision--what a bunch of J.

Still, I'd like to look like a proper professional. Ahem.