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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 tilted his head slightly, the soft click of his tongue echoing through the dreadful silence like a ticking clock in a mausoleum.

"You know…" he murmured, almost absentmindedly, his voice too calm for the wreckage it carried. "It's a shame all of this is limited to such a privileged audience. I think," he said with a touch of casual cruelty, "the common folk deserve to see what's going on here. They've been deluded for the last sixteen years. It seems cruel to deprive them of the truth."

Clyde stepped up behind him with his hands clasped neatly behind his back with a sly smile. "Shall I display it on the capital plaza wall, Your Grace? I hear it's the best place for mass gathering."

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