MTL - The Last Apostle - v3 Chapter 21 Kano fur

[Disclaimer: Slow storyline, contains hypnosis, pregnancy, tragedy, netori, and Anti-Hero genres]Author : Andi CandraSynopsis:A young man from Indonesia transmigrates into an anime world. Taking over the body of a person named Rokuhara Ren, he is stunned to see the 2D characters he once only watched in anime come to life.Like countless other transmigrators, he plans to build a harem. Within just a year, Ren successfully impregnates his homeroom teacher, Nakano Itsuki, and his classmate, Maria Mikhailovna Kujou.He thought his peaceful life would continue. His view of the slice-of-life world crumbles when he encounters Yotsuba Miko, Gentōga Keitarō, and Ayase Momo. To make matters worse, Ren discovers that there are also Campiones in this world.Oh no, how can he raise his children with so many unstable factors?There’s no other choice—he must become a Campione himself!Witness the life story of a scumbag rising to become a Campione respected by the world!

In a world where most wolves her age have already found their mates and embraced their destined roles, one she-wolf remains unmated—not out of bitterness, but because a deeper calling stirs within her. Haunted by a vivid dream that feels more like a prophecy than a passing vision, she begins to question whether her life was meant for more than becoming someone’s Luna. As her family pleads for caution, she stands at a crossroads: remain in the safety of the familiar, or follow the pull of fate into the unknown, where purpose, danger, and destiny await.

“I already have a child with another man.”

It was a lie made in order to refuse the proposal of the leader of the most feared mercenary company in the entire country. But his response was unexpected.

“It doesn’t matter who the child is. Just birth it.”

She couldn’t understand.

What could this man possibly want with the princess of a failing nation?

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.