Huh? Isn't This A Galgame? - Chapter 18 - 17 Misfit

In a world where magic is long but a thing of the distant past, where humans have the potential of harnessing a dormant power within them, called Battle Force…

A man from modern day Earth finds himself suddenly waking up in the body of Norton Lorist, a youth of noble descent that had been exiled from his homeland in the North by his family to Morante City, the capital of the Forde Trade Union on the pretext of pursuing his studies.

Little did he know what would await him when he receives summons from his family years later to return to the Northlands and inherit the position of the family head…

This is the tale of his life before the summons…

This is the tale of his journey northward and the allies he gathers along the way…

This is the tale of his rebuilding his family’s dominion and keeping it safe from other power hungry nobles…

This is the “Tales of the Reincarnated Lord”.

I just want to be different, no one can guess what I want to do, the more mysterious the more powerful.

- Description from novelbuddy

Ji Nai-tang paid attention to Cen Muqi for 12 years. This secret love had been hidden in his heart. When he finally couldn’t hide it, he sent himself in front of Cen Muqi, pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger and step by step planning to trap the golden thigh.

Ji Nai-tang: It is not that I look good, it is that you make me look good.

Cen Muqi: It turns out that it is important to have a boyfriend who will take pictures.

Ji Nai-tang: But you are not my boyfriend~

Cen Muqi: Can I apply for it?

Ji Nai-tang: What are you applying for?

Cen Muqi: Applying to be your boyfriend!

- Description from Novelupdates

“The Second Cult Leader and the Prophet of the Voodooists died during the Holy War seven years ago.”

Florence Academy was a prestigious clergy academy.

“Now that the Voodooists are considered as a cult, who is the Third Cult Leader, where are they now, and what are they up to?”

Only I knew the answer to this question.

The Third Cult Leader was a freshman at Florence Academy. He was here, standing amongst the others in the auditorium.

How do I know this, you ask?

Because I’m the Cult Leader.

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