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)

As darkness veiled the sky, a group of people, rather than producing fire to light their way, were snuffing their torch instead. After letting their eyes get used to the darkness, they walked to the river not far from where they had been waiting for the night to reach its peak.

"Fatia, are you still unable to get close?" the young man who seemed to be the leader of the group asked the oldest member, the Elementalist.

"No, my detection kept bouncing off a barrier," she shook her head. "It seems that what Zarfa said is true; the place is guarded by a colony of elemental birds."

A short girl who was in the middle of setting the boat in the river looked back. "I told you to stop doubting me!" she clicked her tongue.

"But your vision still couldn't locate him," a young boy in armor grumbled.

The Tower of Greed