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)

Mother always had this kind, serene look on her face—the kind of face you would expect to see on any mother facing their child. A generous smile on her lips, and the smell of sunshine and flowers reminded you of happy times in life.

That was Mother. That was how I always remembered her.

But at that moment, she had a sad look on her face. A slight frown, downturned eyes tinged with guilt, and no smile was on her lips. Just a straight line, pressed stiffly.

"Am I delusional?!" I screamed, because I was more angry than scared at that point.

She looked at me with a sigh and closed her eyes. "...No, you're not."

I had been questioning myself over and over again on the way, to the point of almost believing that I was the crazy one.

What if I was the crazy one? What if, like Natha said, I was just imagining things? What if this was just me going crazy and being delusional?

My child is my child and nothing else