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The Tyrant's Replacement Bride

Sebastian Leodegrance was fated to bring about the world's end, his path irrevocably marked by the three scars etched across his left eye as proof of his unholy contract with Ardalas, the Evil God. His insatiable thirst for power would have been enough to conquer all, even without the infernal blessing, but now not even the divine intervention of the Goddess could thwart his ambitions. With purposeful strides, he marched toward Cassiopeia to claim the hand of the renowned Princess Ava Cassia, a woman whose veins coursed with the blood of greatness. But as he drew closer, he discovered that the Princess had been exchanged with her Lady in Waiting. "Yes. I am the replacement. You have been fooled!" *** "From now on, Isla, call me Elder Sister." The person in front of her was the brightest constellation in the world. Ava Cassia... the Princess who was even prettier than the Nereids. But it was like looking in the mirror. She looked exactly like her. "Maybe the Goddess sent you to me so we can become Sisters. How about it, my dear Isla? Would you call me Sister?" Her most cherished treasure; her Elder Sister, Ava. "I'm sorry, Sister... this is the only way." "You must replace me. Because if I bear his child... this world would perish..."

Rossita Saga · Fantasie
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191 Chs

World's Apart

West of the Holy Empire, near the border of the Chamaeleon Kingdom, they found a vast grassland. Small yellow flowers scattered about, and clear water puddles reflected the morning hue. Sebastian stood there, feeling the wind that had started to grow warmer.

They walked toward the middle, where two trees stood. One was big and old, and one was younger, smaller, but more colorful. They were the same kind of tree, just different in size.

"Now that I've finally seen you, I got something to say. But you have to calm yourself down first, my friend," Magnus said.

Sebastian turned to him, his eyebrows creased.

"Aira... your friend... after more investigation on my part... she..." Magnus sighed. His calm expression bore tremendous, invisible weight behind it. "...we found out that she was actually tortured to death by a famous undergrown pervert."

Immediately, Sebastian flinched. He... knew.