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Take Me Away, Dark Lord!

#VillainDad #CuteProtagonist #Ghosts #Misunderstanding #Transmigration #SmartMC Mira realized two things the moment she woke up in the body of a nameless orphan in a fantasy novel: 1. She is a disposable "shrimp" destined to die in the crossfire of the main characters. 2. She is the only person in this world who can see the screaming, terrifying ghosts that haunt every corner of the empire. Tortured by the wails of the dead, Mira finds only one source of silence: Duke Kaelus von Nacht. Known as the "Dark Lord" and the "Emperor's Sword," Kaelus is a man so ruthless and soaked in bloodlust that even the ghosts are terrified to go near him. To the world, he is a monster. But to Mira, he is a walking, talking pair of noise-canceling headphones. Desperate for a good night's sleep, Mira clings to him, acting like a naive, affectionate child to secure her place by his side. She succeeds, but she miscalculated. Kaelus didn't adopt her out of kindness. He needed a disposable child to act as 'live bait' for the assassins targeting him. Now named Seraphina, she must navigate a deadly game of survival. She thinks she is using him as a ghost shield. He thinks she is a fearless prodigy who loves him. As Seraphina munches on poison berries and naps through ambushes to avoid seeing spirits, the cold-blooded Duke starts to ask the wrong questions. "Why does she only sleep when I am holding her?" "Why does she stare into space with such disdain?" "Is it possible... that I am a good father?" Spoiler: He is not. But he’s about to destroy an entire kingdom because someone woke her up. --- ### Excerpt "Your Highness, the Archduke," the aide whispered, trembling hard to cover his laughter from bursting out. "The child... she is clinging to your leg again." Kaelus looked down. The tiny creature known as Seraphina was attached to his calf like a barnacle, drooling on his pristine military trousers. "She is fearless," Kaelus murmured, misinterpreting her desperate need for his ghost-repelling aura as familial affection. "The assassins are approaching, yet she seeks comfort only in the eye of the storm. She is the perfect bait." Seraphina, currently trying to avoid eye contact with a headless ghost hovering three feet away, squeezed her eyes shut. 'Just don't move. If I let go, the headless guy will ask me where his nose is again.' "Sir," the aide hesitated. "She's... eating your cloak." "Let her eat," Kaelus commanded, drawing his sword. "Whatever she wants, she gets. Except for freedom."
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Two Face World

In the rain-veiled world of Astea, the sky has not cleared for generations. Beneath eternal gray clouds, humanity survives through artificial sunlight, indoor cities, and fragile alliances built on fear, profit, and power. On rare nights, a crystalline droplet known as an Astea Tear falls from the heavens—granting miraculous abilities called Asten-Drives, while condemning their bearers to irreversible side effects. These miracles fuel empires, criminal syndicates, governments, and faiths alike. After the death of his mother, Nickle Amacaria, a former vigilante haunted by recent loss and resentment, receives an unexpected invitation from the rising Wingarde Family—a powerful organization determined to challenge the rain itself. Drawn by shared ideals and unresolved grief, Nickle leaves his past behind, puts on a new face and hoping for new expectations and expereiences and journeys to the vast metropolis city of Eura-unichario, where disputes between families, associations, syndicates, factions, and even the government itself erupt daily beneath the unchanging sky. As Nickle takes on new missions, forges bonds, and confronts enemies shaped by the same cursed miracles, he starts to wonder if the rain he hates may or may not be a disaster—maybe even be a foundation holding the world together? Is the sun still even there, hiding behind the thick grey rain clouds? Who even knows... Because in a city where every single type of power you could possibly think of has a price and every ideal casts a shadow, Nickle must decide what kind of future is worth fighting for. Because in Astea, every miracle has two faces.
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