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)

Right after my shout, Halurean stopped on his track, and Natha snatched my waist to prevent me from colliding with the druid. Huh? What? I looked at Natha, and then back at the druid. The sudden stop made my heart beat fast in surprise.

"Ah, pardon me," Halurean turned his head and gave me an apologetic smile. "I was just surprised that you called Lady Amarein so casually."

I blinked in a different kind of surprise now. "Huh? Oh...sorry?"

"Oh, no--no..." he turned his body completely now, shaking his head and his hands at the same time. "Of course, you're our prince, Your--ahem, Young Master, so you're allowed to do that," he explained, before adding with a sheepish smile and an awkward gaze. "I'm just not used to it."

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