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 parted my lips, trying to push more sound. But in the end, I closed them again, and as I did so, I realized that they were trembling. Natha tightened his grip on my hand, and I knew now why he was so afraid to let me hear it.

"What...what do you mean?" I swallowed hard and looked at Amarein. "How could he...?"

Amarein took a deep breath and closed her eyes for some time, as if trying to see the best way of delivering the explanation to me. When her eyes opened again, they were no longer sad, but cold.

"Valen, no matter how pacifist we are, do you think it made sense for the kingdom to fall in the hands of humans while inside Mother's territory?" she suddenly threw a question--although I guessed it was a rhetorical one. "While surrounded by nature?"

No--I shook my hand and could finally voice out some of my confusion. "I thought it was because the druids couldn't bear to hurt even the aggressor, but..."

sometimes, people do bad things unintentionally