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)

Despite having a war in the neighboring realm, Natha spent more time in the Castle than before.

Maybe because he felt guilty for partially neglecting me before, or maybe because he felt there was nothing he could do in the front line anymore. Certainly, it was between the Realm of Wrath and the Lenaar Kingdom now; Natha being there too often would just complicate things.

Or perhaps, he just thought he had to protect me and Shwa from a closer distance now.

Whatever it was, I was happy that we could spend more time together. He didn't have to go out early, so we could have breakfast together in leisure. And just like before the conceiving, he would take a break from his office and had a luncheon with me--sometimes with Aunt Nezja too. Sometimes, he would even walk with me to visit Shwa, and we'd continue to have a little strolling date in the garden for my daily exercise, before returning to the Castle.

Even if it’s not on your doorstep, your porch might still be damaged by the fight