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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+
分數不夠
657 Chs

Let children deal with children

"Do you have a map of the forests, by any chance?" I asked Amarein the next day when we were in the library.

"A map?" she raised her brows slightly, pausing in contemplation. She tilted her head while taking out a few children's books, before nodding. "Do you want to see the place where the Queen was conceived?"

"Mm," I admitted shyly.

"Hmm..." she had a small smile on her lips as she walked back to the low table with a pile of children's books in her hands. "The map itself is not a problem, but you can't traverse the Great Forests with only a map."

I clasped my hand. "Right, the illusion barrier."

"That, and..." Amarein put the books on the low table atop the rug in the middle of the library. "The kind of place you're looking for, Valen, wouldn't be visible on the map."