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)

[Go to forest! Forest call for Jade!] the little bird flapped its wings energetically as we approached the river's junction.

"They're not calling for me," Ignis sighed. "I think they're kind of afraid of me."

Fire and leaves, huh? I didn't think fire could burn a humid forest, but then again, Salamander's fire was not like other fires. I patted the little gecko on my shoulder in consolation. "Don't worry--as long as you don't set anything on fire."

"The plants in the forest are tough, so you can count on them to defend themselves even if such mishaps happen, Your Highness," our druid guide, Halurean, told us assuringly.

"Oh, that's good!" I stroked the little gecko's neck in delight. After all, I wouldn't want my companion to be banned for arson just after I got my friend absolved of blasphemy. "But...umm..."

I glanced at the druid sheepishly, and he blinked innocently. "Yes?"

Trecking across the forest is a serious business