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)

How could a spear get stored in one hand, you ask?


Not even Valmeier knew why. The Spear of Judgment flew to him and embedded itself in his palm without his consent. Stupidly making him the sacrificial pawn. If it was other people—like me, for example—they would just run away; fuck the kingdom or whatever.


At least, I was sure I wouldn't just agree to become their cleaning dog without even receiving credit. Freaking petty princess bitch!


Unfortunately, Valmeier was a good kid. Too good of a kid. He was like those good, obedient model students who did everything their parents told them to, including getting extra lessons until late at night and on the weekend.


So he did what they told him to, like a selfless tragic hero.


Hello Judgment my old friend