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)

"Umm...so does it mean I passed?" I asked while stirring the rest of the ice cream with the drink.

"You've changed, huh?" he scoffed, but the corner of his lips was curling upward a little bit, so I guessed there was nothing to worry about. "I thought you'd be fidgeting nervously when you see me, but you're quite relaxed,"

He wasn't wrong. I think, if it was me from a few months ago, when I was still full of confusion and insecurity, I would have done just that. I wouldn't be relaxed ordering a drink to a God as if I were in a real coffee shop.

But so many things had happened, and as I experienced more things, trying to go through my flurry of emotions, and finding more about myself, it was unavoidable that I would change.

And I like it that I could change like this.

In-laws always have their own ideals