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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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My kids are adorable, even if they were snitches

I could see the brewing anger, and all I could do at this point was drag him out of the drawing room. I didn't care if the others looked at us weirdly--I needed to extinguish the cold fire first. 

Entering a random empty bedroom, I pushed Natha to the nearest armchair while Ignis lit the fireplace to warm the room and gave us a bit of light. I stood in front of him and held my waist. My initial purpose of taking him here was to quell his anger, but on the way, I got quite annoyed. 

"What did you mean back then?" I frowned slightly in confusion. "Are you saying that J--the Hero likes me?"

"Seems like I truly have to spell it for you to realize," Natha threw his gaze away like a petulant child.

Which only got me more annoyed. "What are you talking about? How could he like me? It hadn't even been twenty-four hours since we met!"