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It Appears That I Have Been Reincarnated as a Draconic Villainess in a Self-Indulgent Fic!

(THE DARK HISTORY OF THE REINCARNATED VILLAINESS)

Poly!Yanderes x Iana Magnolia! Reader

PART ONE: THE DRAGON’S REBIRTH?

Hello everyone and welcome to the first chapter of It Appears That I Have Been Reincarnated as a Draconic Villainess in a Self-Indulgent Fic! This is a collaborated work of fiction with @staradorned. I seriously would not have considered creating another yandere series, based on a manga this time ‘round, without their help. Also special thanks to my friend @rouecentric for being an honest critic and where the rough drafts can be improved lol.

If you are curious, the manga series that is featured here is called The Dark History of the Reincarnated Villainess by Akiharu Touka. If you’d like to read it first before diving in here, you’re certainly more than welcome to! Chapters can be found online at Manga Clash (I think) and you can find physical copies at a local bookseller.

So without being said guys, the warnings are down below. If you are ready, sit back, relax, and enjoy :)

Trigger Warnings: Abduction, Kidnapping, Attempted Sexual Assault.

Other Warnings: spoilers from the manga, obsessive behavior, implied violence. Please take caution.

FINAL WARNING: The intention of this story is for entertainment purposes only. The behavior exhibited here is inappropriate and unhealthy, hence it should not be encouraged.

Designing clothes in a boutique had been your ambition ever since you had experienced the joy of creating outfits with a needle, thread, and a pin cushion strapped to your wrist. Against your parents’ initial wishes to marry a well-off gentleman and go to university for a degree that will at least provide a stable career, you enroll in fashion school.

The workload was grueling, and the competition throughout the last four years became even more fierce with each semester leading closer to graduation. But it was worth it. The sacrifices you had made, all of those all nighters spent on putting together a portfolio for a final semester grade? Totally worth it. You had even gotten a job at a small shop right after finishing school!

It wasn’t a high-end business, but hey, it was one step in the right direction! Progress was progress!

And then you died after being on the job for three months. Overworked yourself to death to keep up with the customer’s demands including being short-staffed. Heck of a way to end a seemingly normal life.

But you had not anticipated opening your eyes to see a tall, red-haired man sword being pointed at your face. You could only stare dumbly at him as he spouted cliche lines about harming his lover and why would I try to harm your own sister. The supposed sibling was a pink-haired curvaceous woman being cradled in the guy’s arms, tears forming behind cinnabar -colored eyes.

What the hell is going on here?!

You asked who they were and why were they acting so hostile towards a complete stranger, but neither of them listened as you were led away to a villa by armed guards. Later, you discovered that you had woken inside the petite body of Iana Magnolia.

She was a despicable young lady with a terrible reputation in the Rose Kingdom; she constantly harassed her former fiance and older sister, Sir Ginoford Dandelion and Konoha Magnolia, on top of having such a fearsome temper that everyone called her a dragon. In this country, being referred to as a dragon is the same as being a black sheep in the family, if not a symbol of bad luck that will embarrass future generations to come. The count’s family, to be precise.

The family you were now part of.

Seriously, what hellish dimension did you transmigrate into?! Is this some weird comedy where you have to redeem yourself as a villainess or else you would die?! And three months of house arrest for innumerous crimes you had not committed as this person, including using illegal dark magic?!

Wow. Karma is being a bitch. Big time.

If this situation wasn’t bad enough, a new servant had been sent with you to confinement. He was a blonde-haired and blue-eyed butler named Sol Nemophyra. But how can someone have so much bloodlust radiating from their body and someone not pick up on it?

Yeah, this dude had to be sent to kill you. There’s no way a new employee, let alone a butler, would move as quietly as he did when he approached your side with a silver platter of tea and snacks. And no, you were not touching the stuff. It could be poisoned for all you knew!

In the second week of your solitary imprisonment, you woke up in a cold sweat after having a very vivid dream. And it wasn’t a good one either: Konoha was being assaulted by their licentious uncle on the floor of an abandoned church while Sir Ginoford lay by her feet, bleeding from the head and unconscious.

Frankly speaking, you really didn’t wanna help them. What did you owe to two complete strangers who did not even listen to you? But that damned angel on your shoulder persuaded your conscience to not leave this matter alone. You had to do something, despite now having the gift of clairvoyance.

Why couldn’t you have the ability to transport away from this place instead of seeing random visions?! TT ^ TT

So, you escaped the villa and rushed to the abandoned town Konoha and her fiance would be invited to by the perverted geezer via horseback. It was a miracle that you had gotten there in the nick of time, let alone thrown a burlap sack full of rocks right in the uncle’s face with accurate precision.

Had Iana hunted wild game when she wasn’t plotting Konoha’s demise? That would make sense if she had. Weird but convenient. The uncle was arrested by local authorities, and Ginoford was now convinced that the reason his former fiancee had acted so maliciously towards him and Konoha is because she wanted to save them from the pervert’s rage.

Yeah, dude, that was straight up harassment. Iana was harassing you guys, not trying to protect you!

But the stupid knight wasn’t listening to you. Not that you had much to say except having a weird dream about the pink-haired lady getting molested and him being knocked out on top of not knowing who the heck they were because you had amnesia. Sir Ginoford’s answer: Iana Magnolia is blessed by the gods, and maybe even a saint.

What. The. Bleep?!

Sol, obviously, was not persuaded by Sir Ginoford’s passionate words. If anything, he became more determined to keep an eye on you upon returning to the villa for the remainder of the house arrest period. He even watched from the door as you studied etiquette and history books because you had supposedly forgotten everything. Having time alone to learn such skills, though, was a blessing in disguise.

A month after coming to this strange world, Konoha approached you with an invitation for a picnic in Fuschia Forest. You politely refused because you couldn’t leave the villa without the count’s permission. However you quickly changed your mind when Konoha began to start crying and Sol glared at you icily, explaining that he had already gotten permission from the count for you to leave so long as you…behaved yourself.

Or he killed you. God, this is a messed-up place. It honestly reminded you of those Mary Sue fanfics where everyone’s attention was on the perfect protagonist who still needed a man in her life and yet couldn’t decide whom she would love in the end.

Yeah. Kinda shitty.

Once everything was set up, Sol brewed high quality black tea leaves Sir Ginoford had harvested as a thank-you gift for saving Konoha. As much as you did not trust Sol with anything near food or drinks, you also doubted that he’d try to poison you in front of his benefactors. Unless…the poison is slow acting? Crap. You were screwed either way.

Konoha tried to make small talk with you, asking you certain questions about the childhood that the two of you shared. But all you could do was shake your head, apologizing that you truly do not remember who she is or Sir Ginoford. The two of them were complete strangers. When she began to start crying again, you felt a chill run down your back. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw Sol staring at you with a cold frown.

Oh, you were so tempted to flip the bird at him, just once, to piss him off. But doing that would possibly trigger a death flag, and bye-bye your second chance at life.

Did you mention that Konoha got kidnapped by a large, drooling wolf as she cooed over a bunny rabbit? She did. And you followed after the troublesome woman with a crossbow that you frisked from one of the guards. As much as you hated yourself for doing this, you were quite certain now: if something happened to Konoha, you were dead. You would be blamed for whatever happened to her without another thought by Sol and Ginoford.

Running on pure adrenaline, you found Konoha being fondled by the beast in a meadow. Raising the weapon, you fired three arrows at it. Two in the back, and one in the shoulder. Yelling at Konoha to move, you raised the crossbow to fire again when the damned thing jammed up. Shoving the damsel in distress behind you, you were about to use the crossbow as a club when Sol and Ginoford swooped in to deliver the final blow.

Cue Konoha and Ginoford having a lovey-dovey moment while you were suffering some mild abrasions, leaning against a boulder. You were about to rest your eyes for a moment when all of a sudden, you were off of the ground and being gently cradled in Sol’s arms as the rest of the party began to head back to where the picnic was being held.

Nope, nope, and nope.

You did not trust the man. You did not want to be near him, it had been bad enough that he was constantly watching you back at the villa. In a moment of stupidity, you pressed the tip of the arrow against his porcelain cheek and demanded that he put you back on the ground, now.

He argued that you were in no condition to walk. You called him out on his bullcrap and said you were fine. He refused. The two of you exchanged some nasty words until Konoha pleads to the two of you to please stop fighting, and Iana, you will get looked at by a medic.

You reluctantly relented but only if you got to keep the crossbow. The previous Iana obviously knew how to use it, hence the muscle memory when you wielded it. Not to mention it would act as insurance. A shield of some sort to protect you against a lovesick butler slash hired assassin that was so obviously in love with Konoha that it is painful to watch their interactions and not mentally gag.

When can you go back to the villa and reclaim some quiet time, damn it?! Do you not deserve it after saving Konoha again?! TT ^ TT

Sol was annoyed with Iana Magnolia. It had been bad enough that his sweet Konoha had such a terrible younger sister, but her sudden change in behavior threw him for a loop. Instead of bullying Konoha or trying to seduce Ginoford again, she did not want to interact with either of them. She would either be holed up in the library studying, or in her room fumbling with rolls of fabric as she sewed the hours away. A count’s daughter whose name is synonymous with the word ‘dragon’, sewing like a commoner with a silly hum under her breath.

When the count declared that Iana’s probation period was over, she refused to go back to the main house. She wanted to remain in the villa and be left alone. She threw such a temper tantrum about wanting her ‘alone time’ that his contractor had no choice but to relent. Konoha was understandably upset at the situation, but decided to respect her sister’s wishes.

By doing so, Konoha and Ginoford visited the villa every single afternoon. And every time she clung to Iana, the latter looked very uncomfortable.

He did not understand. Who is Iana Magnolia? What were her intentions towards his savior? He would not allow anything to happen to his new mistress, until he would uncover the truth behind Iana’s bizarre behavior.

Becoming aware that pushing Konoha away only continued to tick off Sol, you decided to ease your guilt of making the girl upset by creating a dress for her. The occasion? The Magnolia family had been invited to the palace to celebrate the country’s foundation. A grand ball was to be held on the first and last day of a week’s worth of festivities.

When she showed you some of the designs that the seamstress had in mind, you nearly choked. Almost all of them had plunging necklines that were not appropriate for a young woman at Konoha’s age. She was an engaged woman, not a single fish looking to find someone!

Throwing the catalog down on the coffee table, you grabbed your sketchpad and pen. Within twenty minutes, you drew three dresses that were much more appropriate for the occasion and inspired by the fashion shows and anime you used to watch back in your old world.

Konoha loved the Princess Serenity design: a knee-length, flowing sleeveless white dress with an intricately decorated bodice in the shape of golden hoops and a bust defined by a row of pearls. A translucent bow would be tied to the back, followed by a zipper. It would make it easy for Konoha to slip in and out of the outfit without a servant’s help.

It would be tricky to make, but you were up for the challenge. Once you had the measurements, you shooed Konoha away and gave Sol the task to collect the fabrics and other materials needed for the project. You would also be making a gown for yourself.

The theme that initially came to your mind was Fire and Ice. But when you decided on the design for your own dress, you changed it to Fairy Tale Princess and the Dragon.

If this world hated Iana Magnolia so much, the so-called Dragon of the Rose Kingdom…then why not give the people what they want?

You only had a month to complete the pieces, so there was no time to waste. As much as you hated the idea…you reluctantly asked Sol for his assistance with the embroidery while you tackled on hemming the fabric together.

You thought he’d refused to help, but to your surprise, he stepped up to the plate and proved his worth as an assistant. At least, in your mind, to help create a dress that Konoha would wear and make sure you wouldn’t poison the needle in an attempt to harm her. Again.

When the Princess Serenity dress was presented to Konoha on the night before the ball, she was so happy with the final product that she gave you a big hug, promising to take good care of it for as long as she lived. Upon asking about your own gown, you just shrugged and said she’d have to wait and see until the ball.

So, she did. But you did not expect her to react so…positively to your gown. It was a dark red and golden ball gown that hugged your waist and flowed outwards with a long train, dusted with gold appliqués at the skirt and matching rhinestones at the top. These were the ‘scales’ of your Dragon concept. But the crowning jewel of the design was the golden spiked headpiece you wore on the back of your head. You wanted to go with removable inwardly curved horns, but that might have scared the other nobles. So you opted for a safer route, hence custom-ordering the headpiece and paying extra money to have it be quickly worked on.

A dragon of your own design. An arrogant, beautiful dragon whose scales shined brighter than any jewel that glittered in these halls, the exception being Konoha, of course.

Konoha had shown off the dress proudly at the ball, dropping your name easily from her lips as she spoke with men and women who were in awe of her ethereal beauty. Yup, she was definitely a princess straight from a fairy tale.

Despite her attempt to show the world that her scheming sister had changed, there were nobles who were not convinced. They thought you were deceiving the couple for another nefarious plot.

Seriously, why would you even do that? You had no reason to….except maybe Sol if he got on your nerves again. You excused yourself from the ballroom under the intention of using the bathroom.

FYI: When you had decided to go with the Fairy Tale Princess and The Dragon theme, you honestly did not mean to literally be caught on fire. A candle had topped over in the hall, the blaze quickly spreading to where it made escaping difficult as you tried to not inhale the smoke and keep low to the ground. Did you mention that you got pinned by falling debris? No? Well, you did.

You were alone and trapped in a burning building, your leg possibly fractured and unable to move it. And…that was it. This is probably where you were gonna die, again. Now you would only be remembered as a wicked villainess.

At least, those were the dark thoughts racing through your mind before Sol had burst into the room like some kind of knight in shining armor and got you out before the whole place collapsed. You didn’t think you would ever be so glad to be saved by the jerk, yet you were. So you tried to be a little nicer to him, only to get an icy smile in exchange.

Yup, he still disliked you. Oh, well.

[Bonus Content: Konoha Magnolia]

Konoha Magnolia had been fortunate to have such a kind and loving father who did not force her into a political marriage when she became of age, instead being engaged to the man she loves. It must have been hard to make such a sacrifice in a world where marrying for love instead of solidifying alliances and continuing the bloodline is considered to be a terrible choice. But she knew he loved her…she had just wished he could give even a tiny bit of that love to Iana, her younger sister.

However, it seemed he still blamed Iana for their mother’s death. She had died bringing her precious sister into the world. Konoha did not know anyone who loved the previous countess than their father. Everyone loved her, even the staff. They had told her more than once just how much she resembled her mother.

She was not blind to what was going around her. She was the favored child, and Iana is not. No one wanted to serve her, in fear of objects being thrown at them or yelled at for even the slightest mistake. To work under such a fearsome dragon. Yes, she was also aware of that horrid nickname.

Konoha had tried to reach out to her precious sister, but Iana scorned every attempt and the bullying increased tenfold, from public degradation to bribing some servants to give Konoha tea and snacks laced with poison.

When Sir Ginoford confronted Iana after trying to give a dangerous relic for her to read, that was the day that her younger sister lost her memories. And…when their uncle attempted to violate her in the sanctity of the village’s church.

If it weren’t for her younger sister’s interference, Konoha had the feeling something terrible would have happened to Sir Ginoford. Nonetheless, she was grateful to Iana.

Although she is upset that Iana did not recognize her older sister, Konoha saw it as an opportunity to start over. To rebuild their fractured relationship on a clean slate. That was why she tried to approach Iana again after their uncle had been arrested.

Instead of openly mocking her or Sir Ginoford like before, Iana begrudgingly accepted their invitation to tea or a walk in the gardens. She even went through the trouble of creating a dress for the foundation day’s opening night at the royal palace.

A dress designed just for her.

Although the maids have tried time and time again to throw it away in fear that Iana had used a poisoned needle in the fabric, Konoha forbade it. The dress was a precious gift from her sister. Why would she throw it away?

When she heard that her sister was holed up in her room creating more clothes, she would personally come to Iana’s room with a cart of tea and snacks to make sure the latter wasn’t working too hard. But to see Iana walking on the plush carpet bare-footed in such loose fitting garments? How scandalous!

Even Sol became flustered and almost begged Iana to change her clothes, for her older sister. Iana refused, arguing that a short-sleeved shirt was not scandalous with the floor-length cloak she is wearing over it. She wants to be comfortable in her own room.

Konoha wholeheartedly agreed, so long as she was the only one who saw Iana like this. It would be unsightly for another gentleman to see it. She smiled when she saw a pout form on her little sister’s cheeks, the expression deepening as Sol continued to reprimand before she snapped at him, inciting yet another argument between them. Konoha simply shook her head and took a sip of her honey lemon tea.

Oh, she so dearly hoped that they would get along soon.

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It Appears That I Have Been Reincarnated as a Draconic Villainess in a Self-Indulgent Fic!

(The Dark History of The Reincarnated Villainess)

Poly!Yanderes x Iana Magnolia! Reader

PART THREE: THE DRAGON IS A HERO?

This is a collaborated work of fiction with @staradorned. The intention of this story is for entertainment purposes only. The behavior exhibited here is inappropriate and unhealthy, hence it should not be encouraged.

Trigger Warnings: Abduction, Obsessive Behavior, Kidnapping, Attempted Sexual Assault, Attempted Murder.

PART TWO

Hey guys, welcome back to the third part in this series! Last time we left off with the reader being framed for a crime she certainly did not commit. Will she be able to figure out who exactly is behind Menoa’s kidnapping before a death flag is triggered? Well, we are about to find out!

So without further ado, sit back, relax, and let’s dive back into this world of madness ~.

After a brief and intense interrogation, you were sequestered to another room with Konoha and the others. They were understandably stunned at the turn of events and believed you were innocent. The exception was, of course, Sol.

But something did not sit right with you. If Menoa was taken in the middle of the night, then why didn’t you hear the door open? Why didn’t the police find any signs of a struggle in the room, like a broken vase?

It was possible that you did not hear the door open because of the torrential storm last night. Even so, Menoa would not have allowed herself to be taken away without putting up a fight. Unless someone drugged her with chloroform first, rendering her unconscious. Going against your better judgment, you decided to sneak back to the crime scene while everyone had retired to their rooms.

It was a good plan until Sol caught you red-handed with a call of your current alias. Heart hammering against your chest, you stood rooted on the spot as he looked down at you with an icy smile.

“It appears you do not fully comprehend the situation you are in, my lady. There is a woman missing, and yet here you are scuttling around like a mouse. Do you…not value your own life?” He asked.

Crap. Is this the end of your second life? Getting whacked by an assassin who just happened to be exceedingly handsome? Shaking your head, you told Sol your theories. You just wanted to take a quick look and then you’ll come back to the room. You gave your word to him.

The butler stared at you long and hard before he sighed. He will allow it, but only if he goes with you.

“Protect Konoha instead, Sol. She is more likely the culprit’s next target.”

“She has Sir Ginoford. Why do you insist that she needs my protection as well?”

You stared at him with a raised brow. “Are you asking me a serious question or are you an idiot?” You asked. “This is an opponent that shouldn’t be taken lightly, Sol. If Konoha is kidnapped, then Sir Ginoford will raise hell and the culprit will probably escape in the chaos. And you’ll kill me.”

“What?!”

“You didn’t think I’d figure it out the truth, why a servant with no prior job history or letters of recommendations, coincidentally be hired by Sir Ginoford on the day I got sentenced to solitary confinement? I might be a little slow, but even a bystander could tell something is off about you.” You said. “Look, we’ll talk about this later. Crime Scene. Now. Or go back to Konoha. Your call. Just be useful and make sure that someone else doesn’t become a victim.” Brushing past the stunned butler, you almost ran down the hall towards the crime scene.

Well, that was a dumb move on your part. Losing your cool and spilling the beans that you were aware that Sol is an assassin sent to kill you. Looks like you’re gonna die soon…but you’d like to kick the bucket after you save Menoa.

Igniting The Lady of the Lamp on your right thumb, the crystal quartz glowed an amber and bounced off the darkened walls. Providing just enough light for you to look around. None of the furniture had been turned or seemed out of place. But…why is it when you move towards the dresser, it feels much colder?

Peeling off a black glove on your left hand with your teeth, you waved your bare hand up and down near the dresser. There was a breeze. Inside a room where the windows and doors are locked from the outside.

It can’t be…can it?

Moving quickly, you searched around the nightstand and dresser, fumbling to search for a button or a mechanism that seemed out of place. Nothing. When you saw the candelabra, you decided to give it a yank, pulling it towards you.

A low groan came from the wall, followed by clicking gears as you watched the dresser slide outwards, revealing a hole in the ground. Cautiously walking closer to it, you saw that it was a staircase. A staircase leading into the underground.

WTF. How the hell did you sleep through that noise?!

Shaking your head, you were about to take a step down into the darkness, armed with only your magic stones when you heard a voice call out to you. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw a bewildered Sol standing by the door. Why was he here?

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m going to find my friend. Is it not obvious?”

“Alone?”

“Obviously.”

“Without protection -”

“Sol, why are you here?” You cut off. “If you’re to give me a stupid spiel about making Konoha miserable with my actions before you kill me because I swear to God -”

“I cannot in good conscience allow you to go alone.” Sol said, kneeling before your feet. “It is obvious that there is no way to dissuade you from saving Lady Menoa, but at the very least, allow me to become a shield.”

You raised a brow. “Since when does an assassin have a conscience with the target he was contracted to kill?”

Silence. You sighed.

“Never mind. Let’s just get going before someone notices that we’re gone.” Turning away from Sol, you ventured down into the darkness, unaware of the danger that lurks beneath the castle.

You just hoped that five spell stones would be enough in case things got nasty. Damn it.

Sol could not remember the last time he had failed to complete a mission. Although Sir Ginoford had canceled the contract to assassinate Konoha’s younger sister, Sol continued to stay at the Magnolia compound as a butler to keep an eye on Iana. He did not trust her.

Konoha had saved his life when he was a street rat destined to be sold on the black market when they were children. It is natural to protect such a kind, loving person from the wickedness of the world. Perfectly normal. But now…he was at a crossroads.

He wanted to continue his role as Konoha’s protector from the shadows, yet recently he found himself wanting to know more and more about Iana.

Sol did not believe she had amnesia. Only fools would have believed such a story. However, she showed no signs of regaining her evil persona over these past months let alone any memories. If anything, this ‘new’ Iana became more and more bizarre! She was kind to everyone, yet she valued her privacy, wanting to be left alone for days with a needle and thread until her newest sewing project was completed.

Although she had relearned etiquette with no complications, she wore scandalous clothes around the manor and was bare footed. Bare footed. No decent woman would reveal so much skin until she was married!

The final nail in the coffin of Iana being a completely different person is that she didn't even know she was allergic to nuts until an incident in the garden occurred after ingesting cookies with nuts in them. Thankfully it was only a small dose, but the doctor mentioned that it had been a close call. Sol personally punished the servants who had been so careless with handling the snacks, per Ginoford’s orders. And just when he had been relieved that Iana had no intention of harming Konoha anymore, he saw her sneaking off to the crime scene. Upon believing that he caught the villainess dropping the amnesia facade and is in fact the culprit behind the kidnappings.

Once again, she surprised him. Saving a friend? Someone she just met? Who was this person leading them into the catacombs of the castle, with a magical stone as their only source of light?

Is this truly a villainess who has been reformed and trying to find her place in a world she doesn’t recognize? Or is this truly an act? Should he inform Sir Ginoford about Iana knowing the truth? Or keep him in the dark, if not to upset Konoha should she find out her fiance had tried to assassinate her only sister?

These questions swirled in his mind, worried that his fascination with this confusing woman would interfere with his work.

Eventually, the catacombs led them to the end of a rat-infested tunnel, where shrill screaming and low moans grew louder and louder with each step they took. Pulling his mistress close to him, he guided them to the right side of a stone pillar and peered behind it.

The walls were lined with barred cells, no doubt containing the missing women, including Konoha’s friends. Lounging in a chaise and being served by two half naked ladies wearing collars around their necks was none other than the castle’s owner.

Duchess Suselina Rosa Amaryllis.

Goodness this was not a good situation. His train of thought was interrupted when Iana whispered softly to him.

“What should we do, Sol?” She asked. “We cannot just attack her because of her ties to the royal family, and she might have rigged the place to collapse to hide the evidence.” As much as he did not want to admit it, his mistress had a valid point. Eyewitness testimony was useless in the imperial court without physical proof of the crimes. And the duchess is the king’s younger sister. Who knows what would happen….

“My, my, my. It seems that we have some unexpected visitors, girls. One is a pretty flower, and the other is a dirty dog.” The Duchess cooed, turning in their direction as she raised the wine glass in her hand. “Won’t you join me?”

Sol gritted his teeth. The Duchess noticed them. So much for being discreet. He shared a look with his mistress. She was wary, but also aware that there isn’t much they do now. So they obeyed, approaching the older woman and being forced to kneel at the foot of a staircase leading to a stone platform where the Duchess sat on the chaise. She smiled cruelly.

“Welcome to my garden. Lovely, isn’t it?” She said, pulling one of the girls into a brief, passionate kiss. “Molly, be a dear and tie up the dog, hm?” The girl behind him did as she was told, pulling his arms forward and locking his hands in cuffs that were anchored to the stone floor. “Iana Magnolia, younger sister of the most beautiful woman in the world, Konoha Magnolia…would you be interested in an alliance?” The Duchess stood up from her chaise, descending the stairs as she eyed his mistress up and down.

“I’ve heard of your reputation, and the rumors that you cannot remember everything…but evil never sleeps. It waits for the right time to remerge and causes chaos. There’s no way you could resist harassing beautiful ladies if there are so many in the vicinity. And I am always in need of new flowers for my garden. I think we can benefit from each other -”

“Are you shitting me?” Iana said, looking at the platinum blonde aristocrat with a disgusted look.

The Duchess flinched, obviously offended from hearing such crude language. “W-What?” She sputtered.

“Kidnapping underage girls, Possible possession of illegal drugs, secret passages in the castle, lying to the royal police? Those are some serious crimes that not even the king can protect you from if you’re placed on trial at the imperial court. And you did all of this, for what? To have your own garden of pretty flowers because you’re a lonely woman who is having an existential crisis. Or something else? Furthermore, you want to add Konoha to your collection because she is the pride of the Lily Kingdom? Unless…Oh God, do you actually bathe yourself with the blood of these women so you can be beautiful forever?” Iana’s face turned green.

“This mess, being accused of a crime I did not commit, and crimes I don’t even remember…it’s to keep pursuing beauty? For something so pitiful? I am at a complete loss of words at the utter stupidity of this entire scenario, Duchess. And you’re the one who has figured out how to use water to create a beauty serum that’s popular in the capital? What. The. Hell?!”

Sol became worried as the Duchess’ face steadily became purple, clenching her fists as she glared heatedly at his mistress. But as she went on with her spiel, He found himself becoming more and more in awe of what she had to say and the courage she had to speak to someone who clearly outranked her and had the upper hand.

Realizing that the older woman had a weapon strapped to her back, he yelled at Iana to get out of the way. Fortunately she had listened to him and leaped back just as the curved blade of a large scythe came down onto the spot where his mistress stood.

Sol watched as his mistress faced off against the Duchess, dodging swings from her scythe and casting spells. Although she had become more adept with using magic thanks to Master Yomi, Iana’s movements were slowing down. No doubt in relation to lack of sleep and crafting so many spells before arriving at the castle.

According to Master Yomi, magical depletion was a common drawback when someone crafted spells without taking a few days to replenish their magical energy. Because Iana is still a beginner, she could not craft more than two spell stones in one day. She brought five spell stones with her to the castle.

But despite these odds, she wasn’t giving up. Standing her ground, Iana suddenly leaned her head back and opened her mouth, fire erupting from all different directions. For a moment, she looked just like the ferocious dragon that everyone believed her to be.

The Duchess shrieked, calling her a dragon and completely unaware of the flames that licked his cuffs, melting the steel and allowing him to escape.

He made quick work in knocking out the Duchess’ lackey and rushed to Iana’s side, brandishing his knives. Deciding to take a leaf out of his mistress’ book, he called out the Duchess.

“How sad. To think that you had to resort to kidnapping these women when they could have easily coerced them willingly by me. If my mistress were the mastermind…she would have done something much more refined than attempting to use such crass methods to preserve her beauty.”

The Duchess yelled, running towards them with the scythe raised above her head. Sol leaped, getting behind the woman, his gloved fingers against pressure points on different areas of the neck and shoulders. A testament from his studies of the human body as she stumbled, trying very hard to not lose consciousness.

Iana then raised her hand, an obsidian ring glowing dark violet as thorny vines erupted from it, heading towards the Duchess and coiling themselves tightly around her body. Just as the devious woman slumped against the ground in a curled ball, footsteps and shouts came from the tunnel’s entrance. The police force, Konoha, and Sir Ginoford had arrived.

Sol sighed in relief upon seeing that his beloved savior was all right before he heard a loud crack. When he turned to look at Iana, his heart leaped out of his throat. Iana was on the ground. Unconscious, her lithe body writhing uncontrollably even as Konoha scooped her up and wept. Sir Ginoford yelled at someone to fetch a physician. Snapping out of his stupor, Sol rushed over to Konoha’s side.

He tried to gently pull her away from Iana, trying to persuade his savior to allow him to take her sister to the physician. It would be much faster than waiting. Konoha looked at him with teary eyes before she reluctantly released Iana into his care.

Until today, he had never run so quickly with a hammering heart to save a life he was contracted to kill. Now here he is, praying to any god that he would make it in time as he ascended from the darkness with a convulsing mistress in his arms.

When he found the castle’s doctor, he beseeched him to give Iana proper medical treatment, and quickly before she went into shock. But the man refused. He did not want any association with a villainous woman, much less the kingdom’s very own dragon.

Seeing the blatant malice in the doctor’s eyes for himself reminded the blonde-haired assassin that he shared the same sentiment in regard to Iana. Shared. He no longer believed his mistress was a threat to Konoha anymore. Even Master Yomi had secretly confirmed to him and Sir Ginoford that there is no way to retrieve memories that were shattered upon touching a wicked relic like The Dark History.

Sol was more than ready to threaten this man with a knife against the throat and force him to treat Lady Iana when Officer Clemantis arrived, inquiring what was wrong. Sol briefly explained the situation to the police official, glaring petulantly at the frightened physician till a pained whimper left his mistress’ mouth.

“Magnolia had nothing to do with the kidnappings of the women, doctor.” Clematis explained. “I swear upon my family’s honor that it is true. So please, treat Magnolia lest her condition gets worse!”

“And if I still refuse?”

Sol’s heart stopped. What did he just say? Before he could even say a word, Clematis interfered. He recognized the doctor. He was the uncle of a young man who had recently taken the entrance exam to become a member of the royal police force.

A brilliant, optimistic fellow whom the applicant looked up to, as it is difficult to become a skilled doctor, let alone be able to find work under a prestigious household. Treat Magnolia, and Clemantis will personally guarantee that his nephew will be able to be part of the interviewing process for Team Hydrangea, which will determine if the young man in question is ready to lay down his life for the kingdom and its royal family. Those were his terms.

And the doctor agreed to it, though Sol could see the older man gritting his teeth as he ordered him to place Iana on the bed so he could get to work.

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