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?

Why? Why did he look at me the way he did a couple of days ago in his office? Why did he look at me like he was holding himself back from pouncing at me right there and then?


Of course, I would prefer it rather than he got angry at me, but again...why?


When I was pulling back to contemplate in my confusion, Natha climbed into the bed again and stared at me, hard. Like...I wasn't sure if he blinked at all. His gaze, of course, focused on the new addition to my appearance; the long rabbit ears. 


After looking wordlessly for a while, I heard the sound of a loud gulp. I looked up and finally realized what it was, only after realizing that I had the same reaction as him not long before.


He sounded like he was in a daze; a Natha I had never seen before. I recalled something we talked about before, which got shoved under the rug because he said it was 'impossible'.


Chapter 441 - There's no such thing as an impossible kink (M)