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)

"Wha-child?!" I clasped the black pendant on my chest tightly in reflex.

"Huh?" Neel tilted her head in confusion. "Isn't the little one your child? The one with the Lord of Greed."

Oh...that. I was worried for a second that someone managed to find out about Shwa. I forgot that people easily thought Jade was my child since it only happened the first time.

"Hmm...but looking at your reaction, it seems I was mistaken, but then..." Neel moved her head left and right, holding her chin and frowning as if she were in deep contemplation.

"Clone?" she suddenly gasped, lifting her head to look at me with widened eyes. "Is that little one your clone?" she stood up; her demeanor was similar to when she found out about the golems. "Do you find a way to create a--"

"Stop!" I raised my palm to shut her up. Beside me, Zia was trying so hard to not laugh until her shoulder was shaking.

Reasoning with children is an art; and not everyone mastered it