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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

Under the gentle glow of a thousand lanterns, to quell the whispers that Easton wed Sienna without the emperor's blessing, a grand reception bloomed overnight. It bore all the signs of a meticulously crafted affair, hinting that Easton and Sienna's union was something quietly cherished, shared among the closest of kins—though only the most naïve would believe such an illusion.

The whispers lingered, filling the lavish hall, each noble guest pondering the peculiar match. Easton, once the empire's crown prince, choosing Sienna, the adopted daughter of a disgraced marquess?

In a world where titles and alliances were currency, why her?

The two couldn't have appeared more detached if they had tried. Easton was as cool and aloof as ever, while Sienna, his newly wedded bride, held court in a cluster of noblewomen far from his side, laughter ringing from their midst.

Targeted In Reception