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)

"Is there a stone cliff of something here?" I asked the girls during a late breakfast one day.


Zia dropped her utensil and asked me back in a stutter. "W-what would you do with a stone cliff"


"Not jump off it, I'm sure," I responded with a smirk, but when Angwi came to me, tilting her head, and gave me a piercing gaze, I had to stop being mischievous and added swiftly. "I swear!"


Why...did I feel like they saw me as suicidal? I never did anything even remotely close to that. As if it wasn't enough that they treated me like fragile glass!


Crossing my arms in front of my chest, I huffed in annoyance. "I just want a place to train."


With a collective 'aah' from Zia and the maid golems, peace came back to the dining table. Angwi patted my shoulder, and Zia picked up her spoon again. "But why do you need a cliff to train?"


"Well, it doesn't need to be a cliff, just somewhere rather barren in case I end up destroying things," I shrugged. 


Trust your Demon Lord to create a conspiracy on his own