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Villainess Trains Her Assassin

[World: the 19th century] [Theme: Reincarnation and Royal Love] The daughter of the Duke, Adela Virginia, who was born with incredible magical power, tragically died once. Her last memory was of using her magic to destroy the royal family. She was so vengeful that she tamed monsters with her extreme power. Her actions wrecked everything. But, in the end, she discovered she was being exploited by the first prince, whom she had never seen. The prince, who was he? If she helped the prince, why was she killed? Who was the girl who fatally stabbed Adela? In her woozy vision, she couldn't see her face clearly. She could only remember one word the killer had used to express how frequently she hated her. "Adela, I hate you. I wish I could kill you when we first meet". When Adela opened her eyes, it was dawn. She was astounded to learn that God had given her a second chance. Will she be successful in discovering the truth this time? Will she meet the prince this time? Will she be able to find that murderer? ***Story*** *Bind you in hellbound. *Under the sunshine. *My tempting dummy/ Uncle, love me deeper. [Weekly Targets 400 power stones= 2 bonus chapters. 600 power stones= 3 bonus chapters. 800 power stones= 4 bonus chapters. 10 Golden Tickets= 2 bonus chapters. 100 Golden Tickets= 4 bonus chapters.]

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Tell her to come

Draven sat slumped in his ornate chair, a deep frown etched across his face. The pounding headache had been relentless for the past week, and despite his best efforts—through his magical rings and summoning the finest physician—nothing seemed to alleviate his suffering. His frustration was mounting, and the only person who knew the full extent of his distress was Alison, his wife.

"Alison," Draven spat out, his voice strained and filled with irritation.

But Alison was nowhere to be found. She was engrossed in creating a new potion to help the emperor, a task that had consumed her attention. Draven's jaw tightened in frustration, his head throbbing with every passing moment. He could not discern the source of his discomfort, and his anger was escalating.

"Alison!" Draven bellowed, his voice echoing through the palace.

The shout carried through the hallways, reverberating with an almost desperate intensity. "Alison!"