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)

"Sweetheart?" Natha opened the carriage door after around ten minutes and climbed inside. "I've been looking for you--I'm sorry, I left you alone while talking to the others."

Focusing my gaze on the baby in my arms, who finally drifted to sleep after I calmed down, I merely muttered. I had sent Jade to Vrida, calling the girl down from the hill, so the carriage was quiet. Usually, I would welcome it with joy; a blissful occasion of being alone with my sweet husband.

But at that time, it was only uncomfortable for me.

"Sweetheart?" naturally, Natha could see through the rotten mood I did not bother to mask. "What's wrong?"

Without meaning to, my voice came out cold and dry, almost like what Natha usually used when he faced other people. Other people that weren't in his inner circle.

No one should ever come between you and your family