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)

"Y-you're leaving me?" I looked at Aunt Nezja with widened eyes. "W-why?"

Why? We were having a jolly good time, weren't we? Or was it just me? Did...did she actually feel annoyed facing all of my tantrums? She was, wasn't she? I was so annoying for everyone, but once it was good, I only focused on Natha and--

"Sush," Aunt Nezja held my chin and looked at me sternly as if she could hear my thoughts. I felt Natha's hand on mine and only then did I realize I was trembling and on the verge of crying. "Whatever is in your pretty little head, it's not that."

"I'm not leaving exactly," her gaze and voice turned softer; she stroked my cheek briefly before retreating her hand and turning his head. "I'm just thinking of retreating to somewhere more...quiet."

"The Lair?" I perked up, feeling a soothing spring doused my heart. If it was just that far...

Don’t underestimate your fetus; they are smarter than you thought