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)

The moment we entered the store, I had to endure double noises of loud chirping and even louder thoughts sent to my brain. I swiftly held Jade to prevent the little bird from flying around the store.

"Calm down," I pinched the cheeks of the pouting bird--didn't even know that bird could pout. "I'll take you around to see everything, but you can only pick one kind, so choose carefully."

"Because we'll go to other candy stores next week, and you can choose another one there," I explained while approaching the nearest shelf. "Let's pick something for Zia too."

"Mm, let's buy some for everyone."

I raised my brow and looked at the little bird, tilting my head in surprise. "You want to buy some for Natha?"

[Be...because Nightmare give Jade jelly...]

Sweet and warm and all those tingly feelings