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Ascension Of The Villain

In a world where villains are crafted, not born, Vyan's life takes a detour from dull to downright dramatic faster than he can say "abracadabra." Meet Vyan, the most ordinary knight in the realm, with all the magical prowess of a damp sock. Loyalty? He's got it in spades. Betrayal? Well, that's the surprise twist in his not-so-fairy-tale life. Framed and forsaken, Vyan is left with nothing but a grudge and some pretty gnarly scars, courtesy of his once-master, Iyana. Oh, did he mention she is the daughter of a marquess and the object of his unrequited affection? Talk about adding insult to injury. Just when he is ready to unleash his inner berserker, a butler comes along with news that makes his hair stand on end: Vyan is the last heir of the Grand Duke's mage dynasty! With power crackling at his fingertips and more mana than he can shake a wand at, Vyan is ready to show the world what happens when you underestimate the underdog. Will Vyan rise from the ashes like a phoenix, or will he crash and burn like a fire-breathing chicken? There's only one way to find out.

_Snow_flake_ · Fantasy
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258 Chs

In Plain Sight

"Now," Edgar began, his voice resonating through the hall, "as we gather here today, it is time to address the matter of Althea's ascension to Crown Princess. Are there any objections?"

A wave of agreement swept through the assembly like a well-rehearsed chorus. Heads nodded, voices murmured their approval, and even the most stoic faces showed subtle signs of support. The decision was unanimous—Althea was to become the Crown Princess.

Edgar wasn't very pleased with the response. He didn't want to hand over his legacy to one of his daughters, but he had no choice. His sons were, well, disappointments—the first one failed to hold onto the crown, the second one was recently crippled, and the youngest one was too soft and good-hearted. 

"Very well," Edgar continued, maintaining a graceful mask. "Now we must decide the timing of the ascension ceremony," he asked, unaware that he was deciding his own time of doom.