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Reborn: The Duke’s Unbothered Villainess Chapter 76
Back at the capital – the storm still hadn’t stopped.From the northern tower, far from the warmth of the Queen’s wing or the safety of the Prince’s quarters, a palace guard watched the lightning strike across the hilltops. He adjusted his soaked helmet and blinked at a flicker he thought he saw far in the distance.Torches.Moving torches.Through the trees.He leaned forward but the rain blinded him. Still, his gut tightened.“Something’s coming,” he muttered, just as the thunder cracked again.But no one would hear him.Not yet.And by the time they did…The trap would already be closing.*****Abby’s POV – “Betrayal and Beasts”I hadn’t slept in days.The scent of old parchment, scorched herbs, and dried roses filled my chamber—an unsettling blend of magic and memory. Scrolls were strewn across the table like the aftermath of a storm, and the crystal basin beside me glowed faintly with residual magic from my last summoning attempt. I was chasing a theory, a dangerous one, but perh
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THE SOUTHERN ALLIANCE – A STORM IN THE SHADOWSThe rain came down like a curtain of needles, veiling the outskirts of the capital in a thick gray gloom. The cobblestone path leading to the old hunting lodge was nearly swallowed by overgrowth and mud, as if the land itself had tried to forget the structure still stood. It was far from the polished marble of the court, hidden deep within the forested hills near the southern border—a place of old blood, older grudges, and secrets that festered like rot.Inside, the air was warm with firelight and heavy with the scent of wet fur, damp wool, and sour wine. The stone walls sweated with the storm outside, and the wooden beams overhead creaked like the bones of a dying beast. A single iron chandelier cast swaying shadows across the long table at the center of the room.Seated at that table were men who had once held honor.Now, they held daggers behind smiles.Duke Edmond of the Southern Kingdom lounged in his chair, his silver-ringed fingers
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I had given her space. Time. But tonight—tonight it ached.Outside, the thunder cracked again—sharper, louder. A warning.I lifted my glass to the firelight, watching the wine catch the flame like blood. The kingdom was trembling. The Rift pulsed like a living wound. The Council doubted me. And the one woman I loved may never look at me the way I look at her.But tomorrow… I would still fight.For the kingdom.For my people.And—gods forgive me—for her. Even if it meant protecting her heart, while knowing it may never belong to me.I closed my eyes and whispered to the night, “Please… come back to me.”The fire snapped, thunder roared, and outside the window, the snow kept falling.The next morning, I dressed in silence.The storm had passed, but the cold lingered, seeping into the palace walls and into my skin like dread. I wore black. Not for mourning—but because it suited the mood of the court lately. Everyone pretended, but no one was at ease.I made my way to the Queen’s private
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Few days later Location: Abby’s Mansion, My Room | Weather: Cold rain tapping on the glass, the scent of ginger soup lingering in the air.I’m home.Or whatever this mansion has become after everything. A place with warmth, sure. But not peace. Not anymore.Norma and Anita practically tucked me in like a child when I arrived—fretting over my drenched cloak, scolding the Prince’s guards for not warning them sooner. Annabel shoved soup into my hands with this look like she might cry if I didn’t eat every spoonful.I love them. I needed them.But now, I’m alone again. There’s rain against the window, and the smell of jasmine tea curls like a ghost around my desk. I should rest. But instead, I write. Because if I don’t, I think I might drown in the silence.Things I know for sure:The Rift resets after midnight. Every beast, every wound, every second of battle—it loops like a cursed dream. We’re stuck in a punishment with no exit.Alaric is alive. Even if no one else believes me.Even i
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The throne room was closed to public audiences that day.When Abby entered, soaked from the storm and cloaked in soot and shadows, the court fell into murmurs. The prince was beside her—his coat torn, his jaw bruised, but his eyes fiercely locked on the queen's. The knights behind them bore scorched armor and weary expressions. But it was the absence of one that echoed the loudest.Duke Alaric of Serrowood. Gone.Auriella stood before the dais, flanked by high mages and royal guards, her golden crown stark against the dark violet of her mourning gown. She had worn this gown once before—when her husband fell during the Siege of Athis. She never thought she’d wear it again so soon."Tell me," she said, voice like ice cracking over glass, "what happened inside the Rift?"Damian spoke first, steady and resolute. “We reached the heart of it. But it… resets. The Rift resets every night. It’s cursed. We lost men by the dozens and—”“No sign of the Duke?” the Queen interrupted.Silence.Abby’
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Two days later.Palace War Room | Late at night | Rain pelting the windows | A fire slowly burning out.The war room was too quiet for comfort. The candlelight danced against the polished oak walls, casting long shadows that flickered like ghosts. Maps were scattered across the long table, marked in red ink, ancient runes etched on parchment, scrolls opened halfway through deciphering. The smell of burning wax mingled with the soft scent of wet earth—the storm had not stopped since we returned to the capital.I was exhausted. My fingertips were smudged with charcoal from drawing ward circles, my back ached from hunching over scrolls, and my eyes stung from lack of sleep.But I couldn’t rest.Because I still felt it.The Rift was alive.And Alaric... he wasn’t dead. I couldn’t believe he was.My hand trembled slightly as I reached for another scroll, one Max had written, salvaged from the last campfire before we retreated. Notes on unstable Rift energy, fragments of old summoning scrip
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