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)

"Natha, this is like a flying carriage in Natha's place!" Jade excitedly pressed his face into the helicopter's window, screaming to beat the propeller sound. "But faster!"

"Faster..." Ignis grumbled on my shoulder, tail circling tightly around my upper arms. "What's the use of going faster?"

Shiny was still in the middle of deciding whether or not it liked the noisy flying carriage, but seemed to be in favor since it didn't feel as windy as flying with Vrida. Shwa, meanwhile, was having a time of his life.

"Mwaah! Gaah!" the tiny hands slammed onto the window, as if he wanted to break it and jumped out, exploring the sky. I had to put all my strength into holding him tightly, ignoring all the safety precautions that a helicopter should have.

Oh, who cares? It was magic anyway.

"He'll ask to fly with the wyvern soon," Natha chuckled at our adventure junkie son. I guessed Shwa was his daddy's son after all.

Never thought my husband would pull a movie trick