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)

"Your Grandpa's subordinate, huh..."

Natha tilted his head and paused the hand he used to braid my hair. I had spent the whole bathing time telling him about my adventure in Arhat. Of course, I didn't tell him about what I bought for him--and I specifically only put a single quote for the whole purchase so he wouldn't get suspicious when he, or rather Eruha, checked on my travel expenses.

Haa...it was hard making secret purchases when you lived in allowance.

Most of my story, however, focused on the fact that I found someone who looked exactly like my Grandpa's subordinate.

"Hmm...is that the one who seems like he always scowling?" Natha narrowed his eyes. "The one with dark blue eyes and chipped left ear?"

"Wow, you remember that?" I looked at him through the vanity mirror in surprise. "He doesn't have that scar on his ears this time, but everything else is the same."

Sometimes, the clothes are not the main character