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)

Jin took a deep breath, staring at the relic without blinking. This time, I was sure, he did not act. I couldn't help but ask Ignis if it was real, if it wasn't a replica like what I made to fool the magician, and Jin replied by answering the Pope's question.

[What do you think?] the Pope smiled.

[Yes] Jin nodded, replying almost in a daze. [Yes, this is what I've been looking for]

[I'm glad] the Pope's smile grew wider, while the pale eyes grew colder.

Oh, I didn't like that smile. Jin didn't like it either; it was clear from how much his hands tensed up along the box of relics, which gradually retreated from the middle of the table. I was sure he wanted to hide the relics right away, but he couldn't do that before asking what he was there for.

The Heretics’ shamelessness knows no bounds