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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

The rhythmic clang of metal echoed through the garden, punctuated by the occasional scrape of boots against gravel. Myke swung his sword in a not-so-fluid arc. His breaths were huffy and uncontrolled, clearly signs of not being used to regular sparring—until Vyan stormed into the training yard like a coming storm.

Vyan had forced Althea to go get ready to greet the foreign delegates, that they shouldn't let the grand scheme of things be ruined, and assured her that he would bring Clyde back to her safely. While he was deeply afraid inside, he couldn't let it be shown outwardly.

Iyana would soon be here with her officers as well to arrest the culprit. Before that, Vyan had to confront Myke and get the truth out so that it wasn't too late.

On the other hand, Myke didn't stop, didn't even look at him, and continued swinging his sword. "Judging by your looks, I don't suppose there is any update on my brother," he noted.

Always Replaceable