Summoned by a Pretend Villainess
[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^^
86. A Match Between the Captain and the Lady
Lionel looked at the woman who was tying her long black hair in a ponytail. Her cloak was already resting on the benches, beside his sister who certainly looked eager to watch their match. The long sleeves of her shirt were folded above her elbow, giving Lionel more room to examine her physique.
Mona has a slim body; her arms don't even have any excess fat at all; and the fingers that now hold the wooden sword are slender and look dainty.
Lionel thought that the rough and cheap-looking practice sword didn't suit her hands at all. He recalled the appearance of the black sword he always noticed in the lady's waist.
Just by looking at it, he could tell the scabbard and the handle were crafted by a master; while he hadn't had a chance to look at its blade, he was sure that it was magnificent, probably forged by a master swordsmith as well.