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)

Immediately, I straightened my back. "What should I do? What should I do?"

Amarein chuckled and pointed at my hand. "For now, finish that, and then we'll have lunch first before continuing."

"Eeeh? Can't we do it right away?"

It was something I had wanted to do ever since I saw Amarein do it before. Hmm...no--it was something I wanted to do since we boarded that airship, and I was disappointed about staying inside the cabin while taking off. Lesta told me about Druid's fusion back then, and I was immediately intrigued.

And then, seeing Amarein and Halurean do it in front of my eyes...of course I would be impatient!

But Amarein shook her head with that firm smile resembling a governess. "Just like how I told you to absorb mana, you should also fuel your body. It will be bad if you feel hungry in the middle of the process and break your concentration."

That time I became Doctor Doolittle in another world