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Table of Contents

A Fairy Tale for Villains Prologue Volume 1: What do you mean I'm an old boy? Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Volume 2: The Fairy Tale Fantasy Chapter 1            (12) Chapter 2           (13) Chapter 3            (14) Chapter 4            (15) Chapter 5           (16) Volume 3: Blue Bird in a Barbed Cage Chapter 1            (17) Chapter 2            (18) Chapter 3           (19) Chapter 4           (20) Volume 4: Her Bloody Lullaby Chapter 1            (21) Chapter 2            (22) Chapter 3           (23) Volume 5: April Fool's Day Storm Chapter 1 ...
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Chapter 4

“I don't think I can quite match your consistency. Hasn’t your penchant for murder remained steadfast from then until now? Who would have guessed that a guest would meet their end on Christmas Eve? Chief, did you come to interrogate this friend, or are you here to protect him as a fellow comrade-in-arms, as you always do?” Was it a misunderstanding—or perhaps wounded pride—that drove Knoxus to attempt my demise alongside the hotel incident? Assad, not the Chief, responded to Knoxus’s rare openly picking on Benya. “Your tongue seemingly itches when a day passes and you haven't picked a fight.” “What fight? Isn’t it natural to suspect the host first when a noble is murdered during a hotel reception? Especially if the host has a strained relationship with the victim. I heard he didn’t even make an appearance during the reception. So where was he, and what was he up to?” “Prince Serpente is far too elegant to resort to bottle-based killings.” Assad’s tone wavered between jest and s...
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Chapter 11

“My heavens, oh dear, what the hell is this?” The deputy bishop hurried toward me as I descended the stairs, my hands pressed to my head. Two police officers followed closely behind. “Sniff, I… I came to pray for Christmas, but suddenly—” The deputy bishop regarded me with tearful eyes, while the officers who had opened the chapel door exchanged grim expressions. Surveying the scene inside, the deputy bishop crossed himself. “My goodness! Blood defiling the holy temple—what kind of evil is this?” “Calm down, Deputy Bishop,” one of the officers interjected. “It appears to be the work of the Night Butterflies. Miss, did you witness who might have done this?” “Sniff…” “It’s all right, my Lady” the other officer assured me. “Now that you’re safe, there’s nothing to fear. Here’s a handkerchief.” “This poor woman must have been utterly shocked! How did things deteriorate to this extent in our country?” “I share your shame, Deputy Bishop, I never imagined something like this could happen on C...
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