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^^
38. Dreamcatchers
"How is he?"
A nobleman asked a physician who had just sighed dejectedly after looking at the kid lying on the bed, unmoving.
The doctor in a grey suit with a monocle on his eye, lifted his head and met the worried and anxious face of the nobleman. He sighed again, before answering the man with a curt headshake.
"His body will slowly decline if he doesn't wake up. Water can only help him last for two weeks. Any longer and the young master might die of dehydration and hunger before even regaining his consciousness."
Those words stabbed painfully into the nobleman's chest. Hearing that his child might die anytime soon, he couldn't help but tear up and completely took off his brave and noble facade. He walked closer to the bed, where a seven-year-old boy was sleeping so peacefully, breathing finely yet looking so gaunt and malnourished. His face was devoid of any vitality, but his lips were curved into a content and happy smile.