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)

With a start, I turn around to see a giggling Zarfa and Aina, as well as the others around ten meters behind me.

It seemed like...they gave me a bit of privacy, at least?

Fatia and Ian were politely turning their head away, while Jin...let's not talk about him. I couldn't see the Regent's face as usual, but...ugh--it was so embarrassing. This is what is hard about going out for a homebody like me; I was either hyper-aware about the fact that I was out in the middle of strangers, or forgetting about everything altogether, especially when someone from home came.

It was a blessing that Natha fixed my hood earlier, so at least some of my flustered face could be covered.

"Umm...hi?" I scratched my cheek awkwardly.

"Can we come closer now?" Zarfa grinned.

Demon Lord has no concept of being subtle