Marquis of Marron

After waking up in the body of Hailey, a doomed villainess with only a year left to live, I found myself exiled to a cursed wasteland beneath the canyon. Though fate had marked her for death, I refused to accept it. “I’m still here—wasn’t she supposed to perish?” The old sages warned that clinging to the past would warp the future, but I had no intention of surrendering. A year later, I was still alive, tending crops and uncovering Hailey’s hidden gifts—she wasn’t just a witch but a genius capable of wielding magic and cleansing zombies. “How much for everything you own?” I demanded, only to hear desperate pleas for mercy. Soon, I earned the title “Devil Marquess,” yet instead of fear, I drew followers who clung to me like a lifeline. “We won’t leave!” they cried. “Why not?” I snapped, baffled. “We want to live under your protection!” If I’m so terrifying, why won’t they run?