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The Villainess is not A Hero anymore
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Ongoing, First published Nov 09
Mature
I vowed to myself that I would not follow the same path as my brother and father; I would be a different person, loved by everyone, and I would save every living being. This was my goal and I strived hard to achieve it, but... why did things suddenly change?
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