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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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We are sorry, Camilla

Theia's brows remained knitted in a show of defiance, but it was clear that Camilla's unrelenting scrutiny was causing her composure to falter. The weight of the situation pressed upon her, and she gulped nervously as she tried to find her words.

"We are sorry, Camilla," Theia stammered, her voice quivering with a mixture of apprehension and regret. Theia and Kim both stood before Camilla, their posture reflecting their newfound humility in the face of her enigmatic presence.

Camilla, however, remained composed and calculated. She tilted her head slightly, her gaze never leaving Theia, and then spoke in a cold and measured tone.

"Theia, why don't you tell me what you guys want?" Camilla's words hung in the air, laden with a challenge. Her penetrating gaze seemed to cut through the layers of deception and uncertainty.