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)

From the town square, we rented an open carriage we saw over there--you know, to keep the economy going--and took Shwa on his first carriage ride since his naming ceremony.

I didn't have to tell you how much he liked it, right? This little guy couldn't even sit yet, but he already wanted to stand up on the ledge to look around as the carriage drove along the road. Once more, I was reminded of how strong Shwa was, and let Natha keep holding him because I feared he would escape my hands if it was me.

"Papa! This is like when you marry Natha!" Jade giggled while holding Shiny, taking an entire seat for himself.

"It does feel like everyone continues with their life well," I commented while looking around.

Because using your middle name is a bit embarrassing