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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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You were devoted to my father

The emperor's lips curled into a faint, almost imperceptible smile. "Really, are you?" The words carried a cryptic undertone, and Alfred's brow furrowed slightly in confusion. The question seemed to hang in the air, laden with meaning that eluded his grasp.

"Of course I am devoted to you, Your Majesty," Alfred responded with unwavering sincerity. His voice held a note of assurance, yet he couldn't shake the feeling that Emperor Draven was probing for something more.

The atmosphere in the chamber remained charged, and the tension was palpable as their gazes locked in a silent exchange. Alfred felt as though he were being scrutinized, his loyalty and dedication subjected to a test he couldn't quite fathom. There was a depth to Draven's gaze that hinted at hidden intentions—an underlying motive that danced just beyond Alfred's reach.