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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^^

superAyan · ファンタジー
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165 Chs

28. The fear of losing someone...

Kyden kept looking outside the huge glass windows in the king's office. His attention was caught by the gathering of dark clouds in the distant sky despite being in the middle of summer. The gusts of wind are becoming restless and stronger as well, swinging the curtains hanging on each window wildly. But the messy flinging of the fabrics did not even bother the man standing beside them. Kyden caught the king staring in the same direction.

"The sky looks ominous." The king pronounced; his tone concerned about something Kyden could not guess.

He nodded silently at the king's words. Not long after, the pitter-pattering of the heavy rain overwhelmed the deafening silence of the dark room. Only the lamps mounted on the walls of the room lit the surroundings, which automatically flared by themselves.