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)

My little bird told me while we were soaking in the tub, and I guessed I had been smiling and giggling easily after spending some quality tea time with my--ahem--fiance.

"Physical contact is indeed important in a loving relationship," I muttered while looking at my reflection in the warm water.

[Hng?] the green head, which had been floating on the water's surface, tilted slightly. And then the little bird suddenly jumped and nuzzled on my cheek. [Like this?]

Pfft--I laughed and hugged the plump little bird. "Yes, like this," patting the green head, I told Jade about the good news that I heard from Natha before the teatime ended. "By the way, the person who will make your room will be here tomorrow."

[Tomorrow?! Jade will have room tomorrow!]

"No, silly," I squeezed the plump cheeks in front of me. "It'll take time to build one, so it can't be done in a day."

Making sure your child can share is the first step toward a peaceful honeymoon