MTL - The Portal of Wonderland - v2 Chapter 41 Crafty

*Celeb: short for celebrity.A dull body, a timid and kind personality.The fat princess who was ostracized, Rubetria Diollus.“Oh my, the princess is at the dessert shop every time I see her. She eats so many sweets, enough to make one’s cheeks burst, no wonder she gets fat.”Princess Lillia, the ‘swan princess’ of the family, was always surrounded by friends, and Rubetria, the ‘ugly duckling’ who was bullied by them, was a loner.“Hey, you idiot. Our princess is angry. Eat it, quickly.”“Puhaha…!”“Oh my god! She really ate that!”Rubetria was tired of the bullying.Then one day, she said,‘I want to live a wonderful life like that woman for just one day.’180 degrees change.

“I hope you don’t fall in love with me, because I won’t be taking responsibility,” warned the young man. “Don’t worry, I won’t fall in love with a body double,” the employer dully replied. Yet, both of them forgot what they had said.

[You have become the master of the Warden Mansion.][Your first quest is to refine mana from one of your maids by having intercourse with her.]When nineteen-year-old Jett Talon suddenly wakes on an emperor-sized bed, he finds himself lord of a mysterious mansion where countless gorgeous maids stand ready to serve. His first companion is Mia, a blonde elven maid who checks his every box. After making love to her, Jett gains mana, unlocks legendary powers, learns his duties as Master of the Warden Mansion, and uncovers its hidden secrets.

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?