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)

"Hmm...I don't like this one," Ignis whispered behind my ears.

[Master, this one's weird] Jade chirped--quietly, because I said to mind the noise, and Jade was a good little bird. [Why wear pajamas during the day?]

Ignis snorted and I had to press my lips not to laugh. The Salamander must have seen a lot in the Realm of Lust, but my baby bird was raised in an environment that condoned revealing clothes.

"I don't know, Jade. Maybe this is her bedroom?"

[But there's no bed, Master! And Master don't wear pajamas when the sun is up!]

[Oh! Maybe that one's sick? Master wears pajamas in bed during the day when Master is sick!]

"Technically, she is sick," I felt Ignis's flame graze my neck in up-and-down movement. "Not as bad as Valen was, though."

Ignis's flame felt ticklish and I couldn't help but let out a giggle. She snapped.

It's good that I'm gay, right?