MTL - My Wife, Something is Wrong - Chapter 73 Out of body!

In the era of steam and mystery, becoming a correspondence student at the Thaumatology Academy was something Shad never thought of.

A whispering voice rang in my ears, who was reciting the poems of foreigners——

The old gods and aliens,

When the brassy rings of fate turn,

The golden runes are flickering.

steam surge,

the fire flickers,

Relic echoes,

The old gods revived.

The outstretched hand after the thick fog,

Pull back the hazy curtain of the crazy age.

Guests from afar explore the lands of the Old Continent,

Striking the melody of the next era.

Came here through the gate of time,

Shad put down his suitcase,

Look at the silvery moonlight overhead.

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Tom Riddle, but not the Riddle you’re thinking of. A boy discovers he shares the same name as Voldemort… does that mean he’s destined for the same fate?Starting at Hogwarts, Tom embarks on a whirlwind journey across the world—to America, France, Germany—training relentlessly to grow stronger.Along the way, he frees Grindelwald, resurrects Ariana Dumbledore, and gets swept up in absurd unforgettable adventures with legends like Nicolas Flamel and Newt Scamander.#Fantastic Beasts #Harry Potter #Andros the Invincible #Gellert Grindelwald #Rayquaza Pokemon #Rowena Ravenclaw #Jeanne d'Arc__________________________Alt titles: (Hogwarts: I’m Tom Riddle, Not the Dark Lord)__________________________Support me and read +50 advanced chapters at: patreon.com/_Coreal

Haruka, consulted by a friend who ran into a ghost at school, goes to the Movie Research Circle to see a man with mysterious powers. However, the person who meets her there is an affected young man with terrible bed hair and sleepy eyes. What does Haruka consult him about? A confinement and murder case at a women’s university, a false suicide case… The great detective who can see the spirits of the dead, Saitou Yakumo, takes these cases on in this astoundingly high-speed spiritual mystery!

I am a princess, moreover, I am a fool of a princess.

Born in the imperial palace, my appearance is as average as that of the white radish and cabbages in the fields. Throughout the four seasons of the year, my face is always displaying a dull expression, eyes forever shrouded in haze.

But in reality, I know of the secrets within this palace.

Including hers, his, and theirs.

Just leisurely living my days comfortably in the palace like this, I firmly believe I can continue to play dumb to the end.

Taking your hand, dragging you away. Not leaving you say? Very well, close the doors and release the hounds. (Expressionless face)