I Am Indeed A Villain (18+)
Aunt Margaret was wearing a fitted, deep burgundy gown adorned with intricate black lace, the fabric shimmering faintly as if it were woven with secrets.
Her hair was brushed back in a smooth, regal updo, revealing a lovely strand of pearls resting on her collarbone.
The most striking feature was the subtle dagger that glinted at her hip, half-hidden by the folds of her gown, and a ruby ring on her finger caught the flickering light.
Such a sudden appearance and stark contrast in her temperament truly shocked Ian to the core.
'She is a Wizard!'
Ian realized that his seemingly timid aunt, whom he frivolously kissed, was a Wizard—one whose strength he couldn't even gauge.
Seeing him looking at her intently, Aunt Margaret smiled sweetly, a little bit frivolous.
"Little boy, you are quite ruthless. You killed Thomas even when he was your father's brother. Did you never think of your Aunt? How helpless would she be?"