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)

Just as they said, the southern volcano region was not at all like Ignie's home. Even though it was almost winter, I could still see that it was lush and rich. There was a leftover scene of the autumn harvest, which was very nice to look at.

"Is it really enough here?" Natha asked behind me.

"Yes, it's okay," I nodded while holding onto the railing. "I can do it from this distance now."

Even though my blockade hadn't been completely erased, the healing of my soul made me stronger, and more sensitive than before. I didn't have to go to the peak or down the core of the mountain to feel the fire elemental mana, and if I could feel it, I could absorb it.

Natha gave a signal to the Captain with one hand, and held me by my chest with another. At his order, the barrier system covering the deck was retreating, and we were blasted with a cold wind. I stumbled back a little, crashing into Natha's chest. But otherwise, it wasn't too bad.

Teaching your kids to share is important