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 wasn't asleep for long, just...three or four hours? But I had such a good dream that I woke up feeling so refreshed and happy. Weird, wasn't it? Considering I woke up in the arms of a Nightmare.

I let out a sigh of contentment, scooting closer to the source of that refreshing and happy feeling. His bare skin was cold as usual, but I would rather lay there than on a fluffy blanket.

"It's nice to see you full of smile first thing in the morning," his voice caressed my ear as his fingers ran through my scalp.

I rolled and laid myself on his chest, giggling. "It's nice to see you when I woke up," I poked his cheek and ran my finger on his face, tracing the pattern on his skin. "It feels like...it had been so long..."

"Oh, you have no idea," he pinched my cheek lightly. "I don't think I'll be able to follow the rule if I have to sleep alone longer. Five nights is my limit."

When you’re multiracial so you have to be multi-dressed