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)

It wasn't that I couldn't understand their concern, especially the companions that had a soul bond with me. But repeatedly receiving anxious gazes and crying faces made me restless and guilty.

But I knew those reactions came from genuine care, and I loved them for that--which was why I said nothing. But their barrage of emotional responses was getting too stimulating for me.

I looked at Lesta with grateful eyes, who even helped me untangle Jade from my hair. "Your attendant is preparing a light meal for you. You must be hungry, but it's not good to have a heavy meal on an empty stomach, so let's have that first and you can take a bath after."

I nodded at first, but then I looked at him curiously. Things like this were usually arranged by a certain someone else, but why hadn't I seen him at all even after Opti and Caba invaded the room along with my meals?

"Umm...where's Natha?" I finally asked after drinking my first spoonful of soup.

When you’re an adult with a lot of babysitters