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..."

The Tyrant's Replacement Bride

Two pairs of wings stood out against the backdrop of the newly unfolded space. 


One pair shimmered in pristine white, glowing with purity and brightness, while the other set cast a deep, velvety black shadow. The stark contrast between the two was striking, but both were equally enchanting, representing opposing forces intertwined within. 


Every feather seemed to hold a tale, and the gentle flutter of the wings created a soft breeze. As the group gazed upon them, they felt both spellbound... and terrified. 


When Sebastian muttered the name, everyone, including his generals and fairy, turned to him in shock. 


"What is Magnus Edenborn's wings doing in this place?" 


Sebastian's voice sliced through the air, sharp and cold like a blade forged in fury. 


As realization dawned, his fists clenched at his sides, knuckles turning pale with the force of his grip. The room crackled with tension, while a small rumble of space could be said to be the effect of his emotion. 


Magnus's Wings