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)

There are no tables big enough for a five-person meal in my suite, so I brought the humans to the dining room on the guest floor. Of course, this meant it was time for the human groups to meet the rest of my companions.

Naturally, it didn't go well right off the bat.

The humans were extra vigilant because they were entering a demon territory they had no knowledge about, and my civilian friends were tensed up from the weapons that the humans brought in their person. After all, my friends were merely an author and two runaway inventors. Neel was only peeking behind the door, while Zia was half-hiding herself behind Izzi while clutching the elf's arm.

Funnily enough, the one who lessened the tension was Izzi.

Simply, because he wasn't a demon.

"Got a problem with that?" Izzi replied sharply.

"Well...Val is a half-druid," Zarfa, probably the only person who was not nervous or tense, shrugged.

When I said dramatic, that includes my Demon Lord