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)

"You're right; something is happening at the Castle," someone spoke in a dimly lit room on the outskirts of the Realm of Greed. 'Outskirt' was generous though; the place was only a stone's throw away from the empty region.

The people the person spoke to click their tongue under their cloak. "We know that much," they sounded annoyed. "It's obvious with so much security and secrecy that something is happening."

The person who spoke the first time--a demon--grunted under their breath. "Do you think it's easy going past Ra Natha?"

"Don't speak that name!" a voice that sounded like a cross between a hiss and a roar came from the darkest corner. The agitation did not come from fear, but anger and disgust.

But the first demon just rolled their eyes in response. "This is why you can't do anything for decades. How can we take down someone without mentioning their name? How ridiculous."

It's hard to see a dirty stone in a pile of gravels