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The Tyrant's Replacement Bride

Sebastian Leodegrance was fated to bring about the world's end, his path irrevocably marked by the three scars etched across his left eye as proof of his unholy contract with Ardalas, the Evil God. His insatiable thirst for power would have been enough to conquer all, even without the infernal blessing, but now not even the divine intervention of the Goddess could thwart his ambitions. With purposeful strides, he marched toward Cassiopeia to claim the hand of the renowned Princess Ava Cassia, a woman whose veins coursed with the blood of greatness. But as he drew closer, he discovered that the Princess had been exchanged with her Lady in Waiting. "Yes. I am the replacement. You have been fooled!" *** "From now on, Isla, call me Elder Sister." The person in front of her was the brightest constellation in the world. Ava Cassia... the Princess who was even prettier than the Nereids. But it was like looking in the mirror. She looked exactly like her. "Maybe the Goddess sent you to me so we can become Sisters. How about it, my dear Isla? Would you call me Sister?" Her most cherished treasure; her Elder Sister, Ava. "I'm sorry, Sister... this is the only way." "You must replace me. Because if I bear his child... this world would perish..."

Rossita Saga · Kỳ huyễn
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Kisara

"Oh, my god...!" Kisara tried to wipe her tears away, but another fell from her eyelid. She tried to wave air toward her face, all in a futile attempt to stop herself from crying.

In front of her was Amala, sighing and helping her dry her face with an already damp handkerchief. "Stop crying. Why are you crying so much?"

Kisara shook her head weakly. "Don't you understand? You should be...!"

"Should what?" Amala knew what she meant, but she pretended to not notice. Even though her heart also felt the same complicated emotion.

"Our Empress...!" Kisara exclaimed with her breathy voice, weakly, almost like a despairing whisper. "Did you see her previously? She's so cold and pale, and... oh god...!"

"It's not like our fate is better than hers, right? Stop crying for her," Amala groaned.

"It doesn't mean that what she went through is any better...!" Kisara yelled at her, shaking her head. "Stop acting so heartless. It doesn't suit you, Amala...!"