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)

Since I had told them anyway, I let Izzi and Zia stay when Angwi called for Doun and the twin guards to the lounge.

Might as well; made it easier for me to hand out the souvenir I got from the trip. I took out the boxes I had sorted out with Angwi's help, and laid them all above the rug in the middle of the room, as if we were having an indoor picnic.

Which wasn't so wrong with how many snacks I brought here. The pile of snacks, for now, had become Jade's bed as the little bird rolled around the packaging. If there was something crushed there, it was all this bird's fault.

The twin guards, Urhe and Arha, still stood by the door even though I told them this was a casual meeting. But they were still adamant about their guarding role, which reminded me of the Chief Guard back in the Lord Castle, Haikal.

Look at me enjoying my sugar baby life