Novel & Cerita I Regressed As The Duke Wiki

My family was the most famous line of witches at the royal court. My sister, Lilith Seyler, was famous for her lofty principles. I was the only one who knew she was a complete fraud. When the royal marriage decree arrived at House Seyler, she shut herself in her prayer room out in the woods and refused to come out. "Duke Edmund, your wealth and your power are dust to me. A proposal from a duke is no different than a proposal from a farmhand." Then she laid out three conditions for Duke Edmund. The Duke was to build a prayer room on his estate, since she needed quiet meditation and practice with the elements to keep her magic stable. Before the wedding, the Duke was to wash in mountain spring

I couldn’t let anyone here make me feel small, not anymore. The attempt to intimidate me was obvious. The old me might have shrunk back—but that part of me was long gone. Someone cleared his throat, drawing all eyes his way. It was the Grand Duke. How could I forget him? "So, you do know your place," he said coldly. "Now that you’ve given the King an heir, why don’t you start a new life somewhere else without him?" His words stung, even if this was something I’d considered myself—if Reagan would only let me go.

Did I disappoint my husband because of that? "They said that you never also visited the training ground while I was away. Is that true?" Duke started eating, even in a simple way, he really does look like royalty. Well, he's a real royalty. The Lycan King to be exact. I lowered my head before I slowly nodded at him, "That's true."

Duke Essandor had more grey hairs than he did a few months ago. Understanding how much he paled in comparison to the Universe was a cruel blow. Though he didn’t whimper for long, his constant pushing to reach the heights above had taken a toll on him. Currently he was an Above Mortal Realm Wielder. It was good progress in just six months. But the Duke wanted more. For he understood how feeble he was in comparison to the gods. And he wanted to be able to hold his fate in his own hand the next time a storm struck. Alas, this was the next trial and it had come too soon. For he was nowhere near strong enough to stop anything that was happening.

The Duke claimed in delight. "You bastard! Fuck off!" Craig swore harshly. "Speak once again, and I'll cut your tongue out. Don't you dare interrupt me and my daughter's lovely reunion! " Duke Martin confidently proclaimed as the man pinned Craig further into the ground. "Okay... I'll go straight to business, Genesis. I want to send you to the Raphbarg Kingdom." The Duke announced with a dimming smirk. "No! We won't allow it!" Craig's father protested as he wiggled his body to shove the Knight's hands around his body.

said a well-dressed man Eleanor had never seen before, “your uncle’s will - “ “DUKE!” John shot back, standing nose to nose with the man. “My father and uncle are dead. I am the oldest son and therefore the heir. I am now the duke, you will address me as is fit my station and I will do as I please!” “But the will - “

However, everyone pretended not to notice. “I have heard that the businesses of this duchy have not been properly managed due to being reclaimed by the king and not being attended to closely.” Duke Soren sighed regretfully once again before cautiously asking “You do know that this is not the king’s original duchy but one that was reclaimed from the original owners…don’t you?” Both Mira and Jack feigned an ignorant expression as they raised a single eyebrow questioningly after looking at each other with a confused gaze.

Regina also felt various question marks until she boarded the carriage to return to the Grand Duke's residence. 'What exactly happened back then, I became very curious when I heard the story,' Regina murmured alone in the carriage. ** Inside the residence at another time, Hertia was pacing and staring outside. He even left the paperwork unfinished as she continued to look outside. "Duke, why do you look so agitated? What are you thinking about?" Jordan stared at the duke in astonishment, this was the first time he had seen the Duke agitated. During his service to Hertia, the man had never been upset, even when faced with serious problems or anything else. But this time, the young Grand Duke

"Thank you so much, Sir! I will be sure to return--" "Your Grace." He corrected me. "Huh?" "Have you been living under a rock?" The Duke? As his carriage whizzed past me, blood flooded my cheeks as the realization dawned. In my dazed stupor, I had managed to miss the most crucial detail. He was handsome, yes, far more captivating than the simpering Campbell princes. He didn't need the ostentatious gold armor of fairytales; he carried himself with an air of quiet power.

He was garbed in elegant evening dress of solid black, with a snowy white shirt and cravat, and looked so breathtakingly handsome that she almost forgot how much she hated him. "How did he describe me?" Cassy asked when it seemed as if the duchess expected some sort of comment. "Though I can well imagine what he said." "I'm certain that you can, so I won't bore you with the less flattering details. But I’m sure you won’t hold him to blame for it. Henry is the ninth duke, as I’m sure you know. Our family is an old one, going back to the fourteenth century when this manor was built. It could be said that the original duke of Eastland was little more than a mercenary, and perhaps the fierce blo