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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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654 Chs

Your child is the puzzle piece compeleting your heart

"I'm back!"

One peaceful afternoon, the door to the research room's lounge area slammed open. Zia, still clad in a traveling cloak, appeared with a bright face and loud greeting.

"Your one and only mighty succubus is back!"

"You can leave the 'mighty' part," Izzi muttered, and a traveling cloak hit him in the face.

I spread my arms and Zia jumped to hug me while laughing. It had been almost three weeks since we saw each other, and it was really good to finally reunite. Seeing her look healthy and safe put my heart at ease. My family is complete now; it felt like that.

And talking about family, a little gecko showed up above Zia's head, and jumped onto my shoulder right away, slapping me with its tail. "Long time no see, Ignis."

The Salamander didn't say anything, but it curled up in my shoulder, tail wrapped around my neck, and that was as warm as it could be.

"You look good," I patted her curl, and she looked up with a grin.