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)

The round, green eyes stared at me with the brightness and pureness of the world. The fingers fiddling with mine felt so tiny and warm. What should I do in the face of such adorable sight?

"It's up to Jade," I told him. "You can call me whatever you want."

"Umm--" he almost shouted again, but held back like a good boy and pulled me so he could whisper in my ears. "Will Shwa call Master that too?"

I bit my lips and looked up at Natha, who smiled gently and stroked the black pendant. It might be my imagination, but I felt a slight vibration from the dimensional cage.

"Yes," I said bashfully, feeling my cheeks totally aflamed now.

"Then, then--" Jade grabbed my fingers. "Can Jade call Master that if Jade is in this form?"

"Okay!" Jade nodded, the plump cheeks reddened. "Because Jade is Shwa's older sibling!"

A lesson of greed by Demon Lord of Greed