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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 fine to follow strangers if you know the emergency exit

The priests who walked toward us were rather old, perhaps around fifty or sixty. Perhaps they tasked the younger ones to guard the place and the older ones to greet the guests? Anyway, the oldest among them led the priests and stopped in front of me.

"Welcome, Sir."

He bowed politely, more than the time he greeted Jin--unless he had done so before I could see it. His voice and tone, however, were flat and businesslike; like a customer service staff during midday. It was rather unsettling, but I also preffered this to excessive friendliness from a stranger.

At least this one did not look and act like a street scammer.

"Hello," I nodded back.

One advantage of carrying a child in your arms was that you could get away with not being polite enough--because how could I bow with Jade clinging to me?

The priest behind the oldest one looked more uplifting, however, cracking a sweet smile as he stepped forward. "You finally come, Sir."