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)

Right away, I asked Natha to be teleported to the plaza. Alveitya rushed ahead of me, followed by Jade, toward the congregated place.

Naturally, the humans who were there--those who talked to the princess, as well as those who were registering for new residential permits--were screaming in fright when they saw a spear fly toward them. From their eyes, it would look like someone threw a spear from the palace.

As the people screamed and scattered, the spear stopped in the air and spun for a while, like a compass needle trying to find a bearing. It hovered here and there, the green gem shone brightly.

A hopeful sprout born in the midst of oppression