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)

Natha brought us to a path that I had never thread before.

I only knew it also led toward the administrative district where his office was. That was why I thought it would be a formal delegation meeting, and wondering if it was alright to be at such a meeting without changing into something more formal.

I unconsciously kept looking down at my outfit on the way. Not that I was disheveled or anything, but I only wear a casual day shirt and thin coat because I thought I'd be spending today indoors; what with the fitting and that Zia was here...

Definitely never plan to meet some delegations from another realm. I mean...I thought it was supposed to be Zia who met them, not me?

I wasn't even doing anything with my hair today, only tying it in a simple high ponytail so the fitting could be done easier. At the very least, I should have worn a more formal suit or something...right?

A first family gathering would never not be nervewracking