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)

"Was?" Natha expressed his surprise and looked at me intriguingly.

"I used to," I said, shrugging my shoulder a little. "But after reading this, I started to...hmm...getting greedy?"

I recalled the red letter from my storage ring, giving it to Natha. He hadn't read the content yet, because our Demon Lord surprisingly respected a certain level of privacy.

"Oh?" Natha took the red envelope and read the letter inside. I watched his eyes move and his brow arch while sipping on a glass of warm milk the servant put on the bedside table.

I waited until he finished reading it, and once he gave the letter back, I stood up to hold his arms. "Nat, can I ask something? No--two things!"

"Let's hear them," he replied easily, pulling me along to sit on the bed.

I looked at him hesitatingly, and only managed to speak after fiddling with my shirt for half a minute. "Umm...I want to ask for the Amrita--"

Coaxing your lover is different from coaxing your familiar