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Saintess? Not Anymore! I'd Rather be a Destroyer

Once a Saintess who believed she was cherish by all, loved by all. However, it was nothing but a farce, her own illusion she created to satisfy her own unrealistic dreams. What's more she was betrayed. Sentenced to death by burning on a stake! Regressed back to the time she was a princess, her heart had blackened and twisted and she vowed to have revenge on everyone who betrayed her and make them pay with blood. ______ This is the story of a villain mc so what every she does can be questionable sometimes. And the novel takes and dark and light turn at time. An elegant princess? Nah Aurianna will fight like a maniac, kill, devour and destroy. Who needs to only fight with hands when you can use both hands and feet! "Also what is this gun thing?" Blast magic? Arsenal? Crazy magical world! How would Aurianna who's the White Gemaris bring ruin to her world? ( Tags: Non romance, Evil FL, Strong FL, character progression, slow burn. ) Pls the story would be a bit slow and fast paced at times. _________ Discord: https://discord.gg/NsVXWp6hGh

OnikunStudios · Fantasy
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332 Chs

Chapter 124: Puppet

"I'll go with option three," Gray mused, a hint of skepticism in her voice. "Though I have my doubts, it does seem like the most logical explanation. So, genius, why the secrecy? Who are you so afraid of?" She tilted her head inquisitively.

Aurianna tightened her grip on her hand and shot Gray a cold glare.

"Ah, so it's 'us' then?" Gray quipped, flashing a sly smile. "I can't help but wonder what we did to earn your ire. After all, this is our first encounter, isn't it?" She ventured.

King Girsal, sensing the conversation taking a troublesome turn, chimed in. "I've been pondering the same thing, Aurianna. Why the hostility towards me? I'm your father, you know?" He posed the question.

Gray appeared beside King Girsal in an instant, leaning in to whisper softly into his ear. "Quit with the lies, Girsal. It's blatantly obvious from her appearance and scent that she's not related to you. So why the charade?" she murmured.