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 had almost forgotten about this, thanks to that annoying Lord of Lust debacle.

But it came to me all over again, the impending question of who exactly my grandmother was.

"I think...I think my grandmother came from this world," I told him as my heart beat loudly that I could hear it in my ears. "Not like you, but...physically."

"Yes," I nodded fast, and I started to dig up all the things I could remember about her from my previous life. It wasn't easy, mind you, because my memory of my childhood was so jumbled and blurry. "She...she had always been sickly, but the doctors never knew why. And she would get better when she was surrounded by nature, so she lived on the hill and in the countryside," at this point, I didn't even realize my arms were flailing around. "You know...like a druid."

When you are you but not entirely you