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)

"Excuse me, but...may I ask why?" Fatia asked cautiously, probably worried that I would get offended by her question.

Well, it wasn't; but I couldn't just tell them, could I?

"What's the problem, anyway? You won't get any harm by taking me there, will you? It's not like I'm going to take my fiance with me."

"No, but...it's just..." the elementalist bit her lips. As her anxiety was starting to climb, the quiet Hero finally took the reign again.

"It just feels rather dishonest; we'll be using the scroll we gave her even though we wouldn't be using her service anymore and...well, we didn't get her the item she sent us to fetch," the Hero explained, finally meeting my eyes again after avoiding it the whole time.

I couldn't help but laugh at his reply, though. "Dishonest, huh..." I tilted my head and smiled teasingly. "Although you were also using dishonest means to get the Amrita?"

It's time to tie some loose ends