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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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It’s easier once you accept that you’re not special

Kids...in real life, spirit and passion are not enough for success.

"It's so hard..."

I almost cry. I really almost cried. We didn't stop trying except to have lunch, which Angwi brought to the cliff. We even skipped teatime and snack time! But to the end, I still drifted away after a while, even though I tried hard to concentrate and always think of the ground beneath my sole, about Jade, about Zia, about Natha...

Ugh. Actually, I always started to drift off when I thought about Natha, because I always thinking of going over to the Lord Castle. Should I stop thinking about him, then? But...my mind always drifted to him automatically.

Haa...was this because I missed him?

Damnit! Now it just made me even sadder!

[Don't be sad, Master! Master can do it!] my cheek was poked and nuzzled by a fluffy head, and I pulled Jade for a hug as I lay on the couch, lamenting my incompetence.