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)

"Alright, I'll ask him," Aunt Nezja nodded when I told her my plan about the magic tower in the new city. She actually looked rather happy about it, too. "Thank you, Valen."

I shook my head and grinned. "I mean...I don't even know if he'll accept it. In my eyes, it's more like an offer of responsibility rather than something to be thankful for..."

Aunt Nezja chuckled and stroked my cheek. "It is something to be thankful for. At least...I'm thankful that you thought about him."

"He helped us a lot," I whispered.

Not only giving us the floorplan of the church, we also managed to catch the Archbishops and aristocrats who ran away through the portals because of the information in that notebook. Honestly, he could have asked for a lot of rewards, or even sold the notebook to us instead of just giving it away--but he didn't. It showed us that he was sincere and had integrity, and wouldn't it be sad to let that kind of man get crushed by the system?

Forget about umbrella; we need to prepare a bunker before a storm