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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 just a polite thing to do to applaude at the end of a movie premiere

It started with a scream. Just a sound; there was no face, no body. The screen was still showing a dim-lit corridor, and some guests even thought the voice came from outside the venue. But they soon realized it came from the pillar--or rather, from the projection. 

Oh--I belatedly realized they had managed to capture the sound. 

On the screen, the scene finally shifted; the camera arrived at a chamber at the end of the stone corridor. There, fire blazing from the torch acted as lighting instead of a mana lantern, casting a swaying shadow on the floor and wall that complimented the eerie scream.

Instinctively, I reached for a small bowl of popcorn that Arta secretly brought. 

As the guests were confused and scared at the same time, the camera turned to the side, and two rows of prison cells could be seen. The focus of the camera, however, was on the single cell on the other side of the chamber.