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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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No one said to me this is a premiere viewing for a movie

I had never attended a party outside of the Castle. Whether it was the Autumn banquet or the wedding, it was always in the Castle's Great Hall. 

So, my concept of 'big' was limited to the Great Hall. But, damn...I was ignorant. The metropolis city of L'Anaak Eed had a lot of big utility buildings, including those used for seminars, business conventions, and parties.

Well...naturally, they couldn't do any of that in the Castle like us. 

The Hall itself was located in the middle of a vast garden with several bungalows and rotundas, which was a tourist attraction in itself during the day. A whole yard as big as a football stadium was dedicated to a parking lot, and there was a beautiful-looking tall spire on the corner of the estate that functioned as a public watch tower. 

Still, those were just accessories compared to the main Hall.