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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's gaze darted from the gun on the counter to the woman who had just so casually placed it there with the same energy one might use to set down a teacup.

Instead of getting scared, he asked in a low, astonished murmur. "Wait… what are you?"

Emma tilted her head, eyes glinting with amusement. She smiled in that maddeningly casual way she seemed to have mastered, hoping to intimidate him. She was trying to see what the deal was with him. "I'm an FBI agent."

But Vyan was a different species. He wasn't one to be easily intimidated. He was just rather confused. "You're a… what?"

"FBI. Federal Bureau of Investigation," she said smoothly, as if that cleared everything up.

His Counterpart