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)

I blink and pat the ground. It's soft but cold; the grass bears leftover morning dews that cling stubbornly to the leaves. It's not nice--why would a place be cold when the sun is shining brightly?

There--there's a stone over there. It's not soft, but it's warm. Because it's shining. I run over there, and pat the stone. Yes, it's warm. Before my mind could tell me to, my body already laid down, and I let out a sigh.

Ahh...yes, this is how it's supposed to be. It's warm and nice, and I can hear the sound of trickling water, as well as smell the subtle fragrance of those little flowers sprouting between the tickling blades of grass.

It'll be nice to take a nap like this, right?

Well, I try to, but I feel a vibration that comes closer and closer. When I try to close my eyes, I fly—umm, I mean, my body is getting lifted by a pair of claws. Oh, but it's soft, so I guess they're not claws. Hands?

It really is not bad to live as a rabbit