Aerlev

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?

The Demon Lord’s Bride (BL)

"I get it," his soft, gentle voice enveloped me along with his embrace. "I get it, sweetheart, you don't have to," he caressed my hair and pressed my head on his shoulder. "It's okay, you can even throw it out if you want, or let it hidden forever. I'm sorry for talking about it, yeah?" 


As I felt his gentle kiss on my temple, my mind and heart gradually became calmer, and I nodded against his chest. 


"Thank you," he pulled me back and caressed my trembling cheek tenderly. "Do you not want to bring it out?"


I nodded wordlessly, and he smiled at that. "Even though I said you don't have to feel guilty over that?"


Actually, rather than guilt, I felt disgusted. Hatred. It was a tool that hurt someone I liked, so wouldn't it be a given that I'd hate it?


"Alright, then we won't talk about it," he leaned down and kissed me lightly. "But I hope you can just forget about it, sweetheart. I hope you can lighten your heart, yeah?"


It’s called guilty by association