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)

We spent some more time in the garden, joining the elves to play with Shwa and Jade. Shwa moved to my arms and Jade to Natha's, and we took a video as well as pictures with the recording device. Lesta had become quite proficient with it, although he still wasn't very confident in multi-angle takes.

Unfortunately, we couldn't play for too long because we already had a plan with Arta regarding the ceremony and banquet for the next day, so we parted ways soon as the Children of Nature contingents returned to their assigned lodging just outside the Castle.

"Seems like your talk went well," Natha said once we were back in the Lord's Castle. We were instantly ushered to the nursery for a fitting, but I had a fitting on my own.

"Yeah--oh!" I clasped my hands as the bracelet I slipped on Shwa's hand resized itself. "It really fits!"

Your baby will stay your baby no matter how old they will become