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 sound of Illian's scream filled the air above the Lair as Vrida took off. For the first few minutes, the boy kept shouting and shouting, until the flight finally stabilized and Ignis slapped the screaming paladin in the cheek to get the boy back to his senses.

When he opened his eyes, however, the boy froze in stunned for a whole minute; just staring at the scenery with unblinking eyes.

And then he laughed, and he continued laughing for the rest of the flight. In the end, he became no different than Jade--and I had an inkling he would sit between Vrida's horn if he was small enough while screaming 'wheeeee' with both arms up in the air.

"Yes, Sir!" Illian laughed, looking as much as a boy that he was. But then he got startled and clasped his mouth. "Oh--umm...what...uh, what should I call you?"

The way to children's heart is through amusement ride