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 returned home after enjoying the sunset and told Heraz about the city's new name. Right away, we were greeted by the banquet to celebrate Shwa's hundredth day.

It was Shwa's first public appearance after the naming ceremony.

In hindsight, this was better than having the banquet after the naming ceremony where Shwa was too small to understand everything. Not that he could understand everything three months later, but at least he could be awake and enjoy the attention.

"Au--aaah!" was how he greeted the audience as Natha carried him, tall and dignified, to the balcony of the Great Hall.

The baby, bigger than his peers, raised his arm like the little lord that he was, and made the audience erupt in cheer like they were at a concert. The cheer got Shwa even more excited, and he flailed his limbs, shrieking and laughing merrily. The crowd would cheer again, and Shwa hot excited again, and...

Epilogue: A Voyage Into The Future