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)

"Oh, believe me, sweetheart," he grasped my cheek and stroked them, looking at my eyes firmly as if telling me to erase any unnecessary thought. "I thought about that countless times," he said. "But the conclusion I reached had always been the same; no matter whether it's truly you or if it's actually someone else, my heart still goes to you. Only you."

"But..." I bit my lips. "Wouldn't you think of a girl when talking about...making a child?"

Instead of responding with words, Natha pulled away slightly and tilted his head, silently looking at me with a smile as if he was waiting for something.

"That's..." I turned my head toward the artifact chamber. "That's what...the Egg is for?"

There are truly a lot of roads leading to Rome; as long as we find the roads