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)

"Is everything fine?" I scooted closer to Lesta, who was in the middle of examining the formation arrays across the pond.

He crouched next to the wall, ignoring me for a few seconds. There was a monocle with a vision enlargement spell over his eyes, just like what Izzi used when he was working with his component. I counted until twelve in my mind, before he finally answered.

"Good so far," he said while moving his gaze to another formation.

I glanced at the workers, who let out a small sigh of relief. They still looked anxious though--would be, until Lesta deemed everything was okay and gave them a pass. If there was an error or something was considered dangerous, they would have to change a whole section, not just one formation. After all, every spell here was connected.

Reminded me of every time Eruha examined my homework.

It’s a good thing construction workers aren’t paid by hours here