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)

Not long after the guards told us about them, the Eternal couple showed up on the research floor. Why? Because we were there already anyway, and Natha decided to have our afternoon tea there--you know, making use of a vacant building.

Honestly, not a bad idea. Perhaps I'd just turn this place into my private library while at it.

"Ah, home is the best," Lesta took a deep breath while walking into the lounge.

From the look of it, they must have used the inter-realm portal of the magic tower to return from Wrath and continued with a carriage straight to the research tower. They still had their traveling cost and the smell of mana-fueled devices around them.

Naturally, they hadn't met D'Ara yet.

What is love without planning your enemies' demise together?