[Status: Completed /02/14/24] Synopsis: When Monarki found herself tied inside a dark castle dungeon, she merely thought that it was all just a product of her dream. But when knights appeared in front of her and ordered her to be dragged to the guillotine, she realized how intense and terrifying her dream was. Determined to go on and witness where her silly dream will take her, she obediently puts her neck under the blade that screams her death. “Death to the sloth! Execute the lazy bitch!” She was convinced that it wasn’t real, but when the coldness of the blade touched her skin, the heart-wrenching cries and tear-stained faces of her loved ones filled her vision. She finally realized that her lethargic and boring life as Monarki had ended, and her new identity in that unfamiliar world where magic and monsters exist began. However, the lingering soul of the body’s owner, Luna, seemed to have wanted her body back. Will Mona allow her to reclaim her life once more? Or will she fight for her own life, despite the truth that nothing belonged to her in that world? “What can I offer for you to feel belong in this world?” Asked by the Grand Duke who wanted her to stay. The man gave his heart instead, now owned by Monarki. Join Monarki to unravel the mysteries revolving around her transmigration, and find out why her soul, of all people, was the one who got summoned. *** This is my first story so I can assure you that I'll finish it no matter what^^ The novel will focus on Mona's adventure as she unravels the mysteries revolving around her and Luna's identity. Romance is quite slow, but it will gradually focus on that, so please keep reading^^ Thank you! - Cover is mine^^
Bandits emerged from the bushes and behind the trees, each holding a weapon. Half of their faces were covered by black cloth, while they all wore simple clothing, like that of a farmer. Their weapons were just bows and arrows, and only two were carrying a sword.
The ones that jumped in front of Luven and dueled him.
Luven tilted his head and attacked the other man, while the mercenary with him attacked another. One swing of his sword sent the man flying a few meters away from him, thus making him wonder how such a weak group could overturn a caravan escorted by mercenaries.
Soon, his wonder was answered. Five of the men holding bows and arrows positioned their arms and shot straight to their side. The arrows that came crashing down to them looked ordinary, but when they reached a certain altitude, the tip of the flying arrows grazed the wind and created sparks before they completely turned into fire.