MTL - When an Alien Is Bound to a World-Saving System - Chapter 38 Mechanical Rebellion (10)

Hu Feng, a high school student, accidentally embarked on the road of modifying the world.

Lucille is re-employed in the house of an overly cool, good-looking magician!

After being unceremoniously kicked out of the mansion where she worked for three years, Lucille comes to the countryside in search of safety and a peaceful life. She is introduced to a new job as a housekeeper, but it turns out to be in the home of a quiet, eccentric, white-haired magician called “Sensei”.

Sensei, who hates “unnecessary things,” is very strict in his treatment of her. Lucille, who wants to protect her good job at all costs, begins to observe sensei from the shadows…

“C-cute!”

Lucille gradually discovers the cuteness of the difficult sensei’s unexpected appearance and finds herself becoming more and more attracted to him…

The owner of the mansion that drove Lucille out has a strange obsession with her and plans to bring her back.

A magician who has utmost respect for sensei attacks.

Please, let me live in peace! Sensei won’t like it!

This is a romantic fantasy about an old wizard and a carefree, easy-going housekeeper who overcome various problems in their lives by using or not using magic, while nurturing their feelings for each other.

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