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^^
130. Playing hide and seek
'How many days has it been?' Mona asked herself as she glanced outside the only window in that tiny room. She recalled how many times the sky turned dark and bright. Four times? Six?
Her mind was like jelly, wobbly and opaque, vague and useless. How did it become like this? Even the constant pain she felt from her burns felt nothing, as though her body had become completely numb.
The mind really works wonders. Like fragile and delicate glass, a mere mishap or a single crack can already bring indescribable damage. Or was it simply because her mental power was so weak?
With all those revelations, like a dry leaf falling from a rotting branch, her body had lost energy, and her eyes lost vigor. A dry and decaying leaf that could do nothing but fall slowly, swayed by the wind, and wearily glided past the branches, waiting for someone to hear its cry as it landed above the ground, among the many victims of fall.