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've written to Aunty and Grandma," I told Natha when I came to his office before lunch, a day after we returned from the Human Realm.

"You know what?" I went around his office desk and propped myself on his lap. "They said they prepared a house for us."

Natha raised his brow, holding my waist and pulling me to settle better on his lap. I fiddled with the green pendant while giggling.

"They said it's our wedding present," I explained. "Amarein said a wedded couple should have their own place instead of staying with relatives. Also, we need a place in case I couldn't move for a while."

"That's nice of them," Natha leaned back and hummed in contemplation. "I'll ask my guy in the elvendom to send gifts, enough to cover the building fees."

You need to prepare a lot of things before conceiving