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 tears were still falling even after the voice stopped. Even though it should have been a party, a celebration, my guests surrounded me with worry. Even though I was clearly laughing in joy! Perhaps because I couldn't stop crying for a long time, and so suddenly too.

"I'm fine, really..." I chuckled in delight; not just for hearing Shwa's voice again after a long time, but also for how much they cared about me. "I just...I'm just really, really happy."

"Then maybe you should stop crying?" Zia took out a handkerchief and dabbed my face with it. "Gosh--you make me want to cry too!"

Among all of them, the one who was most confused was, of course, Jade. The boy saw my tears, but also felt how happy I was from our connection. He made this really confused, really adorable face; looking at me with a frown and a tilted head.

"Papa?" the little boy held my hand, asking carefully. "Why is Papa crying when Papa is happy?"

What’s a wedding party without a sprinkle of chaos?