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Transmigrated As The Perverted Young Master

Do not buy privilege chapters for this month! I repeat, do not! I'm taking a break from writing. I'll come back sometime later. But not this month, though. The editing chapter would be released sometime later too. I'm exhausted, sorry for the inconvenience. Death! Such a powerful phenomenon holds the truth about the living. But when you're dead while "masturbating" it is another matter and when you find death isn't the end, it is also another matter. Damien was just your average perverted young man, who just doesn't even have time to tame his little dragon. He dreamt about becoming a small-time villain in the novel called 'Blood & Throne,' where the villain named Damien Von Zadkiel, was just a useless and perverted son of a powerful duke. He got away with pretty much everything; he slept with the most beautiful of beautiful ladies. Hell, he even slept with Queens and other important ladies from the noble households. He enjoyed life until he triggered the 'War of the four Kingdoms,' when he slept with the Winter Queen on her marriage bed. The Winter King who came back after defeating the ice demon found them snuggled under his bed. This triggered the tension between the kingdoms to break out, ultimately resulting in the war. But before he could even watch his own doings, our villain got killed by the so-called protagonist for enslaving his girl. But even his death was worth it as he got to enjoy everything fine in his life. Fine ladies, fine food, money, and everything you could dream of. The office Damien wanted a life like that, where he could just leisurely enjoy everything. Fate had other plans for Damien, as he suddenly died of a heart attack while taming his roaring dragon and finds himself in the body of his very own idol.

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The official round table metting! (2)

"Can I make a suggestion, your grace," said Duke Silverthorne. His silver blonde hair was neatly matted to the back of his head.

"You may," said the King. His one foot was on the chair he was sitting on, and his hand rested on the knee. It was very un Kingly like, but that was who he was.

And nobody seemed to bother to question it like it is a common occurrence. After all, why should they care about how the King behaved?

"Duke Zadkiel's second son, Damien Von Zadkiel, is regarded as the hero in the Aurore Island. Why don't we send him as a part of the delegation? Wouldn't they welcome him and have more trust in him than some unknown person coming from another Kingdom?"

The King looked thoughtful. "That does sound like a good idea, actually." He said.

"Sending Damien is foolishness," protested the father. "He doesn't know how the politics works. They will only gain more information rather than us gaining anything valuable."