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)

I looked at the ceiling, blinking, before kicking my feet slightly beneath the blanket and giggling like a child.

"Sweetheart, I know you're full of energy, but I need my rest, okay?"

A cold arm wrapped around me to prevent me from moving and shaking the bed. The soft vibration from Natha's slurry voice tickled my nape, and I clasped my mouth to prevent myself from making another noise. Carefully, I shifted and turned so I could face him instead, looking at his sleeping face.

Okay, okay, I know I looked at him every day, but still...

I never felt bored looking at his face. Well, to be fair, I rarely do so, okay? I couldn't just outright stare at him in front of other people, or when he was awake, because I would be too embarrassed. Before, I wouldn't even do anything but stare when I woke up first, but these days, I got more courageous to trace my fingers on his face.

It's nice to have someone opening their heart to you