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Villainess Trains Her Assassin

[World: the 19th century] [Theme: Reincarnation and Royal Love] The daughter of the Duke, Adela Virginia, who was born with incredible magical power, tragically died once. Her last memory was of using her magic to destroy the royal family. She was so vengeful that she tamed monsters with her extreme power. Her actions wrecked everything. But, in the end, she discovered she was being exploited by the first prince, whom she had never seen. The prince, who was he? If she helped the prince, why was she killed? Who was the girl who fatally stabbed Adela? In her woozy vision, she couldn't see her face clearly. She could only remember one word the killer had used to express how frequently she hated her. "Adela, I hate you. I wish I could kill you when we first meet". When Adela opened her eyes, it was dawn. She was astounded to learn that God had given her a second chance. Will she be successful in discovering the truth this time? Will she meet the prince this time? Will she be able to find that murderer? ***Story*** *Bind you in hellbound. *Under the sunshine. *My tempting dummy/ Uncle, love me deeper. [Weekly Targets 400 power stones= 2 bonus chapters. 600 power stones= 3 bonus chapters. 800 power stones= 4 bonus chapters. 10 Golden Tickets= 2 bonus chapters. 100 Golden Tickets= 4 bonus chapters.]

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Even Francis! Francis considered Camilla to be worthless. He also found it hard to accept that she had helped the prince get better. Camilla's train of thought was abruptly halted.

"And your poor love," the smoky figure chuckled as it spoke. As Camilla gazed at it, she lifted her eyes. "How could you know?" she questioned.

It laughed upon hearing Camilla, then continued, "You are my host; therefore, I should know all about you, sweetie. But I can assure you that if you had authority, that boy would take a knee to you."

Suddenly, it whispered, "He will come to you. You don't have to go looking for him." Camilla furrowed her brows in contemplation. She wondered why she was so useless. She attempted to hide her tears. It was not the right moment to cry. She has owned nothing since she was a little child. Others simply looked at her with sympathy. Everyone thought of her as a helpless and foolish girl.