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)

"If it's something that God gave you to hold...is it something like a sacred mission?" 


Natha pondered for a while, and then turned to look at me—it was the same face he made before he spoke that censored name. I was getting ready for another censorship because of that, but he just leaned into the armrest and answered with a rather forlorn smile. 


"The King called it 'destiny' rather than a mission," he said finally. 


It was quite weird. I thought, as the direct subordinate of the King, which was the Demon God's apostle, he would be thrilled about getting this mission or destiny or whatever. Well, he didn't exactly look displeased, but he did seem to be a bit uncomfortable.


Like the time I asked him about the stab wound for the first time. 


Driven by instinct, my hands reached out and stroked his cheeks. As he looked at me with slightly widened eyes, I asked him about it. "Why? Did you not like carrying that destiny?"


A punishment for an annoying Demon Lord is to make him flustered