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)

While we had done crying in the bedroom, Jade was still sobbing when Lesta brought him up. His chest heaved up and down pitifully, but he paused and hiccuped when he saw me--as well as the bundle in my arms.

"Come, baby," I waved my hand as Lesta put him down. "See your little brother."

The green eyes widened as Jade wobbled to the bed. Gripping the sheet with his small hands, the little boy climbed up with Natha's head, carefully peeking at the small bundle. With a small voice, he called out.

As if listening, the baby wriggled slightly inside the blanket, moving his cute little head. Arta and Mara had cleaned him up--even though he wasn't covered in anything but a bit of pollen--and wrapped him in a soft baby blanket instead of the one Natha used, which was taken from the bed inside the garden.

Isn't it normal for parents to wish their child stay as their child?