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In a world where villains are crafted, not born, Vyan's life takes a detour from dull to downright dramatic faster than he can say "abracadabra."

Meet Vyan, the most ordinary knight in the realm, with all the magical prowess of a damp sock. Loyalty? He's got it in spades. Betrayal? Well, that's the surprise twist in his not-so-fairy-tale life.

Framed and forsaken, Vyan is left with nothing but a grudge and some pretty gnarly scars, courtesy of his once-master, Iyana. Oh, did he mention she is the daughter of a marquess and the object of his unrequited affection? Talk about adding insult to injury.

Just when he is ready to unleash his inner berserker, a butler comes along with news that makes his hair stand on end: Vyan is the last heir of the Grand Duke's mage dynasty!

With power crackling at his fingertips and more mana than he can shake a wand at, Vyan is ready to show the world what happens when you underestimate the underdog. Will Vyan rise from the ashes like a phoenix, or will he crash and burn like a fire-breathing chicken? There's only one way to find out.

Ascension Of The Villain

"Did you think this through properly?" Clyde asked skeptically.

"I might have done it out of impulse, but I am not completely stupid," Vyan responded. "And just so you know, I discussed this with Thea beforehand. She was on board with it."

"Naturally, she would be. It was the initial plan, after all," Clyde said, rolling his eyes. "But we had to scrape it because the security was tightened." He narrowed his eyes on Vyan. "You made sure everything went smoothly, right?"

Princess Maria sat on the edge of her bed, her chin propped up on one hand, as she gazed longingly out the grand window of her chamber. The sunlight bathed the room in a warm hue, but it did nothing to lift the heavy gloom in her heart.

Being locked away in her room like a fragile, porcelain doll was hardly entertaining. It made her miss her family all the more.

Little Crazy