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)

Rather than going back to the Lair, I ended up having a study tour with Eruha--since I was there anyway. It was hard for him to take a day off when he could bring me on a full-day tour, so we had to do it when we could.

To smoothen our journey, we used the flying carriage, with my four guards whom I hadn't seen for long controlling it. And this was when I found out that the building in L'Anaak Eed had a place to land a flying carriage...on the roof. Like a helipad. Carriagepad?

This flying carriage was a freaking helicopter.

"Not every commercial building has it, but the ones owned by His Lordship do," Eruha explained.

I stared at the flying carriage and the small field beneath it. The formation carved on the landing pad functioned as both an anchor and a lock, so no one would be able to take the carriage away even if it was left unattended. "Is it him that established this...landing pad?"

One thing is for sure; war is bad!