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)

When I was running down the stairs, Avarash had already reached the area in front of the stairs. He looked up and bowed at me. "Ah, Sir Valen."

I would have greeted him, but I had to save someone from instant incineration despite the grumbling Salamander on my shoulder, so I just raised my hand in acknowledgment before stopping behind the pathetic old man. Thankfully, the golden statue listened to me and paused.

Looking up while managing my breath, I asked hurriedly before she moved again. "Are you going to incinerate him until there's nothing left...Goddess?"

Ugh--it was so hard looking up when I was right beneath her. Was this how it felt to watch a movie in the first row of a cheap cinema?

[Naturally] the golden statue tilted her head slightly. [Isn't that why you work to recover my connection, human?]

And here I thought Gods should be impartial