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)

We were at the dining table now, Angwi ushered us to have lunch after my story more or less finished, and Izzi attempted to recap what I had been telling them.

"You met the Lord in your previous life, for about two months,"

"And then his soul came back to this world, while the body he possessed disappeared from your life, and you just lived your life until, well...you were...unalive,"

I had food in my mouth, so I just nodded, watching Jade and Ignis listening keenly to Izzi's recap, like a pair of kids in front of a traveling bard, perching on the empty plate of jelly.

"That happened like--how long ago? Sixty-seven years? But you only woke up in Valmeier's body after the war, like...eight months ago?"

It’s more fun gossiping with more people of the same mental age