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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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We don’t need blood ties to be a family

I realized this after my baby was a month old--he developed faster than other babies.

It wasn't bragging, and I only based it on the babies I saw in the hospital--which...was probably not a good comparison considering most of them had some conditions--but the nannies said so.

He was supposed to be a month old, but he was big enough to look like a three-month. The way he moved his arms and kicking with his legs was smooth, more than a jerking motion. I was joking about him talking soon, but the sound he made was considered advanced by normal standards--whether it was human's, demon's, or druid's standards.

Rubha jokingly said it was because of her breastmilk...which might be true, who knows? But what fascinated me the most was how focused Shwa was. I heard babies couldn't see well in their early days, and at most, could only focus on people's faces in front of them. They couldn't see far yet--was what I caught.