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)

I didn't expect many things to happen since it was only three days since I kicked more than half of the humans out of this city. Just getting used to the situation itself, I supposed, would take quite some time for them.

I mean, shops were losing their customers, and customers also lost their merchants. The houses beside them were suddenly empty, and just as suddenly, being occupied by another race--who probably did some reconstruction already. No matter how ready they were for a change, it wouldn't just happen in a day or two.

But color me surprised--the city looked like they were functioning well as usual.

People walking around to their businesses; returning from their lunch or going to an afternoon tea; family going around; and children running on the street. Sometimes, we could see a glimpse of other races, though not so much.

One does not simply stop when taking a walk with a baby