superAyan

[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.

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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^^

Summoned by a Pretend Villainess

The servant, after realizing the change in the atmosphere, faked a cough and looked at them. Carefully asking her master, "My lord, what shall I do?"

Mona was carefully attentive to the lord's behavior. She was silently praying for him to attend to his guest immediately. Her body was still tense and trembling, even when the servant was present.

He answered his servant, but his eyes were locked on her. His penetrating purple eyes which she once deemed gentle are now scaring her. Even so, she did not avert her gaze and glared at him.

Lord Harris whirled and walked away.

34. A mere duty