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)

Great Aunt Nezja had been wanting to see me, Natha said. After all, we only had a chance to talk about Natha the last time, so she wanted to know me better this time. Seemed that she didn't have any problem coming over since her problem with Natha was already resolved.

Well, I had nothing to do these days, so...of course, I wouldn't refuse. She was one of the few who knew about Shwa, since she used to be Natha's legal guardian, and she was immune to mindbending spells--if anything, she would be the one doing the mindbending. It was nice to talk to someone without skirting around trying to hide Shwa's existence or location.

"How are you, my dear?" she asked with a soft smile that was totally different from the strict, headmaster's face she had the first time we met. How she did it while still in a perfect posture and in an elegant tone...I had no idea.

we shall heed the wisdom of the veteran in life