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)

It happened when we came back to the nursery because Neel wanted to say goodbye before returning to the Lair. Shwa had fallen asleep in Natha's arms, as usual, and he had put the baby in the bassinet.

As we stood around the white cradle to watch him sleep, Neel asked quietly. "By the way, what should I call the baby?"

Blinking, I found my mouth clasped by Angwi while Zia and the nannies shouting in unison. Even Natha raised his hand--as if telling me to stop talking--before shifting to pick up Shwa who got woken up by the sudden strong exclaim.

"Ssh...shh...it's alright, baby..." Natha swayed our crying child. "You must be surprised, huh? It's okay, no one scolding you, and your Papa is just surprised."

You should never forget about cultural differences when your partner is of another race