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)

I stopped on my track and looking back, blinking in surprise. "Natha?" I turned back happily, and was about to run back to the house when I heard his voice again.

It sounded...scary. Like he was angry and... on the verge of breaking something. Like the time he was so mad at the Lord of Lust. The cold was blasting all the way from the house to the garden.

And it wasn't the kind of cold that made the winter flowers grow vibrant.

Panne and the guards also seemed to be surprised by the tone, to the point that they even reflexively raised their defense around me. The spreading cold that was getting closer and closer rooted me in place for a few seconds, but Ignis finally flicked its flaming tail on my shoulder, and I gasped out of my stupor.

We should check our surrounding before starting a dramashow