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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_ · Fantasía
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Turning Blind Eye

Vyan was the first to look away, breaking the moment before it got too awkward.

"Um, you asked why I was late, right?" He cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck like he was trying to scrub away the embarrassment. "Three of our mages got lost in the forest."

"A-and?" Iyana prompted, her cheeks heating up.

"And we found them after searching for a few hours, that's it," Vyan concluded.

"I thought you said it was a long story," she pointed out, raising an eyebrow.

He let out a strained laugh and took a sip of his champagne. "Did I now? I guess I just have a natural talent for saving time."

Iyana shook her head hopelessly, and soon, an awkward silence settled between them, as comfortable as a bed of nails.

They quickly finished their drinks and went inside the room, only to get caught up in more awkwardness. They both froze, staring at the single bed in the middle of the room as if it were an alien artifact.