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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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When you’re the actor but you don’t know the script

I was too flabbergasted by my new wealth that I couldn't concentrate on Malta's explanation on each room this floor has--I'd just ask Theemis later.

I mean...yes, I knew I was bound to a relationship with the wealthiest demon in the realm. I knew that I could just ask him for anything and Natha would buy it for me, provided it was reasonable. There were three rooms full of treasures that I could plunder to my heart's content. 

But it was different, way different with raw capital. It was different when I had the freedom to buy and procure what I wanted by myself, without having to first amass the courage to ask him for something. 

So, forgive me, Malta, but right now your explanation kept bouncing off my ears.

Thankfully, she ended the tour fast, because it was just an introduction anyway. "I heard you're waiting for someone to work as your researcher, Young Master, so we put the position of the floor's manager on hold."