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)

"Why don't I take you to your room for now while Jade shows off his new books?" I asked Neel, who was taking a break from perusing the thick contract made by our meticulous Demon Lord.

Neel looked at Natha, who was absorbed in answering Jade's many questions--just like how he used to answer my curious inquiries in the hospital. Looking at them like this--with Jade on Natha's lap--they looked like they got along so well.

Almost as if they had never bickered before.

"Sure," Neel nodded and stood up, taking the contract with her. She grabbed the teacup while at it, and drank the rest of her tea as if it was an energy drink.

Together with Zia, we left Natha and Jade in the drawing room, walking through the corridor of the bedroom gallery. Aside from the three room belonged to Jade and Zia, the other ones were empty, so I let Neel choose whichever room she wanted.

All we need is one person to accept us as who we are