Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong - Chapter 1633 - 940: The Reversal in the Hall_1

A weary historian dies and finds himself in a different world awakened in a life as the notorious young Duke of a southern state. His nation is weakened, his army underfed, and his neighbors revolve around his lands menacingly. No one believes his land is going to hold out until winter.But this newfound duke is no naive simpleton his enemies recollect. He carries with him the experience of centuries of war and empire, of starting and ending monarchies. From Caesar to Napoleon, from the Mongols to world wars, he has learned from each of them—and his strategy is to make history his very own arms.He organizes his smashed levies into well-trained formations, rebuilds his castles, and turns his villages into supply centers. Where others see defeat, he senses opportunity. As he triumphs, rumors spread: of a pennant red as winter snow that shall not go to ground, of a bloody duke who writes his name in gore and flame.Is he a savior who's constructing a new empire, or a tyrant who's going to bring the world to endless war?

Author : Kinugasa ShougoIllustrator : TomoseshunsakuAs Ayanokouji and his classmates begin their second year at the Advanced Nurturing High School, they're greeted by a fresh gauntlet of exams and a fresh batch of rather unique first-year students. They'll have to get to know each other quickly, because the first special exam pairs the first-years with the second-years on a written test--with only the second-years facing expulsion if their team performs poorly! Worse yet? It seems one of the new first-years is also from the White Room. Can Ayanokouji avoid expulsion while sussing out the identity of this hidden foe?

“Stop following me!” Asher yelled, his patience running thin. He had let it slide for too long because she had done a lot for him. But now she was everywhere, suffocating him.“I’m only trying to protect you,” she responded.Asher sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I need some space, alright? I can take care of myself.”She didn’t budge, and just kept staring at him with that same obsessive look, like she had no intention of leaving.“Is it because you’re strong now? Are you going to leave me because I'm no use to you anymore?” Her voice had turned cold, sharp enough to cut through the silence.“Of course not, you know that’s not the reason…”“Then why do you want me to stop following you?”“I’m just going to the restroom, for God’s sake!” He massaged his temple, clearly at his wit’s end.“Oh, you should have said that earlier.” She giggled, the earlier tension melting away.“I did,” he sighed in defeat.

Married for four years, Wren Sutton deeply loved her husband, Adrian Lancaster.In the end, what she got in return was a cold, cruel reality: her husband's heart belonged to another woman. The favoritism and indulgence he showed that woman were things she had never received.Though jealous, Wren Sutton had an epiphany. Since she couldn't warm the man's heart, she would grab his money instead.She came up with a plan to “trick” Adrian Lancaster into signing the divorce papers, waiting for the cooling-off period to end.An accident struck unexpectedly. A plane crash shattered all plans, completely changing both of their destinies.Before the plane crashed, the only thing that flashed through Adrian Lancaster's mind was Wren Sutton's face. Her every frown and smile had long been deeply imprinted on his soul, occupying his heart, impossible to erase.Love had taken root and sprouted during their four years of marriage. He realized it too late, his eyes turning red with regret.“Wren Sutton, I love you.”Reunion.Adrian Lancaster, covered in scars and filled with belated love, let go of all his pride. On the long road to winning back his wife, he lost control, trapping Wren Sutton in his arms in a fervent kiss, his eyes reddening.“Darling, give me one more chance, I'm begging you...”Hearing the man's trembling, pleading voice, Wren Sutton raised her hand to smooth his anxious brow. Her hatred dissipated, replaced by a calm acceptance.“Adrian Lancaster, we're divorced.”Adrian Lancaster's defenses crumbled. “Those divorce papers don't count.”Wren Sutton: “You signed them yourself.”Adrian Lancaster: “The child doesn't agree.”The child: “...”Both leads are clean.