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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

Vyan blinked, trying to make sense of Fred's words. "Come again?"

Fred stood up and paced in front of him, wild-eyed and breathing heavily, his hands shaking with barely restrained fury. "It was you!" he hissed, pointing an accusing finger at Vyan. "You killed my baby boy!"

Vyan stared at Fred, utterly baffled. "Wait, wait, what?" he stammered, trying to wrap his mind around the accusation. "I did that? How could I— I was a kid!"

"Oh, you are now acting all innocent, huh?" Fred scoffed, itching his hand. "You were bothering my Arthur in the playground as always! You were teasing and name-calling him, and then, you… you," his breaths got shallow, "You pushed him down! His head hit the stone—and then you ran, like the coward you are!"

Vyan gaped at the man, jaw-dropped. There was so much he wanted to say in defense of that, but... seriously, what the fuck?

Ridiculous Accusations