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)

The breakfast truly reminded me of mealtime in the tower. While Natha received his report from Opti, I made small talk with Dhuarta. She told me to call her Arta, and asked me about what kind of snacks I liked.


When I told her that I didn't know much about the food here—or anywhere else, for that matter—she told me she'd send me a whole lot of it from various places, since apparently, she was in charge of managing the castle's logistics. 


I just didn't know that personal snacks were part of the castle's logistics.


And then she started to list some of her favorite ones, where they came from, and how they tasted. Listening to her talk about snacks reminded me of Zia even more. Apparently, I spelled that out loud, since she giggled while replying.


A merry gathering made for a lonely parting