webnovel

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+
Không đủ số lượng người đọc
656 Chs

Newborn babies are grandmas' and grandpas' idol

"So, that's what happened..." 

As Aunt Nezja advised me earlier, I told Natha about what I had been thinking. When he returned from his office, I took him to the bedroom before he could visit Shwa as usual, telling him that Aunt Nezja was having a bonding time with our son. 

He went from intrigued to concerned when I brought him to the couch instead of the bed and put on a serious expression. There were even a few seconds when he looked dreaded before asking me if he had done something wrong.

I laughed because I realized I was acting too tense--perhaps because I was in the middle of solving the box's puzzle when he came. He sighed in relief when I took out the treasure box and told him what I said to Aunt Nezja earlier. I waited for his reply while rubbing the bracelet, thinking about modifying it to fit Shwa. 

"Sweetheart," 

"Mm?"