Royal Secret: I'm A Princess!

A FERAL CHILD.

That was Drystan’s thought while watching Neoma Roseheart de Moonasterio laugh like a villain while standing on the back of her red dragon.

And the said dragon was breathing fire, burning things down in the capital.

[I thought we were going to fight…]

But instead of preparing for a fight, the little princess suddenly changed her mind when she saw the capital near the coliseum where he brought her to talk.

The capital where a place where the demons under his control lived.

[I’m not fond of those bastards, but this is still my territory.]

For some reason, Neoma Roseheart de Moonasterio looked pissed when she rode on her dragon earlier and asked the Soul Beast to burn everything to ashes.

“Little princess, what do you think you’re doing?” Drystan asked. He didn’t need to raise his voice because he knew Neoma Roseheart de Moonasterio could hear him with her sharp senses. “I thought we were going to fight.”

“Well, I can feel the hostility of these puny little demons directed at me,” Neoma Roseheart de Moonasterio said. She also didn’t need to raise her voice since Drystan could hear just fine despite the distance. “I can’t have them looking down on me, can I? I’m no tyrant, but I’m no pushover either. If you get on my bad side, then you’re as good as dead.”

Ah, so the little princess heard.

Not all demons were evil, of course.

But most of the demons living in the Hell’s capital were a little rough.

After all, the demons stationed there were mostly soldiers and mercenaries hired to protect their kingdom.

[I heard them comment rude and lewd remarks towards the little princess.]

He didn’t know that Neoma Roseheart de Moonasterio’s hearing was that sharp.

[Is it the reason why the little princess couldn’t concentrate on our conversation earlier?]

It was a pretty huge feat.

The demons were watching them from afar.

Drystan created a soundproof barrier so that his conversation with the little princess would remain private. However, that didn’t mean the demons couldn’t see Neoma Roseheart de Moonasterio anymore.

The little princess’ appearance was the kind of appearance that would be declared beautiful even among different races.

Hence, the demons lusted after Neoma Roseheart de Moonasterio.

[I guess the child is too sensitive to ignore the lewd remarks that she heard.]

“Hey, you slimy bastards,” Neoma Roseheart de Moonasterio yelled at the demons cursing at her from below. “I’m going to show you today why you shouldn’t keep me here for so long. Kekeke!” The little princess raised her arms. “Tteokbokki, burn all these bastards who said all the de Moonasterion princesses should die and end up here to “lighten up” this goddamn place!”

Ah.

So that was the comment that pissed off the little princess.

[I did hear some demons say that the de Moonasterion princesses were better off dead because they would be good “decorations” in Hell.]

Since he didn’t also like that, he didn’t stop the little princess from running amok.

But Drystan honestly thought Neoma Roseheart de Moonasterio was offended by the lewd remarks directed at her.

His thoughts were interrupted when the ground suddenly shook hard.

No, not the ground.

It was actually a skyquake.

The rumbling started in the air, and the vibrations soon hit the ground as a pink Hellgate suddenly appeared behind Neoma Roseheart de Moonasterio.

[Ah, the infamous pink Hellgate.]

No human had ever achieved owning a Hellgate before.

[This is why most beings believe that the de Moonasterios shouldn’t exist.]

The pink Hellgate soon opened its gigantic doors, sucking in the souls of the demons that Neoma Roseheart de Moonasterio had just killed.

That was another huge feat.

[So, the pink Hellgate works as long as Neoma Roseheart de Moonasterio’s soul is ‘alive.’]

It was a dangerous combination.

The little princess was dangerous even after death.

Tsk.

[And I tried to scam this person?]

“Kekeke!” Neoma Roseheart de Moonasterio continued to laugh like the absolute lunatic that she was, her eyes glowing red now. “Burn everything to ashes, Tteokbokki! Let’s light up this gloomy place more with your brilliant flame!”

The little princess said that and yet, she was actually protecting most of the citizens.

Although the houses and the buildings in the capital were already burning, Drystan could see that Neoma Roseheart de Moonasterio was using her barrier to protect the demons that she probably deemed innocent.

[Most of them are women and children.]

It was amazing how Neoma Roseheart de Moonasterio could identify the rotten demons among the bunch.

But this was no time to get amazed.

“Stop it, little princess,” Drystan said sternly. “Come down and we’ll restart our conversation.”

“Pfft!” Neoma Roseheart de Moonasterio said, holding back her laughter while looking down at Drystan. “Your Majesty, you cannot scam the greatest scammer of the empire.” Then the little princess suddenly stopped laughing, her eyes and voice void of emotions as she spoke again. “You better offer me a proper deal this time if you don’t want me to burn your little kingdom to ashes.”

What a rude little piece of…

He couldn’t finish cursing the Imperial Princess in his head because Princess Neoma’s cold and sharp gaze sent a shiver down his spine.

[Yes, this unhinged child is really a de Moonasterio.]

“Hey, I can tell that you’re cursing my thug princess with that disrespectful gaze of yours,” the red dragon said, looking at Drystan as if he was cursing him with his eyes, too. “I need to let you know that my thug princess is actually being respectful to you. But once she starts swearing at you, then that means you’re dead. No matter how good your offer is, the thug princess would still reject it. She can die out of spite, you know? She’s that petty.”

Hmm?

He couldn’t understand if the Soul Beast was complimenting or insulting his owner.

And he also couldn’t believe that that was already Neoma Roseheart de Moonasterio being ‘respectful’ to him.

[After she burned down my kingdom’s capital…?]

And there goes his will to fight.

[I can’t bother to win against a lunatic.]

“You’re too dangerous to be kept here, little princess,” Drystan said, sighing while shaking her head. “I need to return you back to the human world as soon as possible.”

***

NEOMA was secretly relieved to see that the surviving demons had the means to rebuild their houses in a very quick and efficient manner.

Although she acted like a barbarian, she was still pricked by her conscience.

[I needed to show Drystan and the demons here that I’m bad news so they’d kick me out, but I was also pissed off by the bullshit I heard earlier.]

Hence, she let her intrusive thoughts win.

She couldn’t believe that even after death, the Imperial Princesses of the de Moonasterion Family were still being sexualized.

That was unforgivable in her book.

“As I said earlier, it won’t be easy to bring you back to the human world– especially if I’m not going to use the good karma points that your ancestors have accumulated for you, little princess,” Drystan, who was obviously cursing her through his gaze, said in a tired and annoyed voice. “This time, I’ll need the help of your people to bring you back to life. Since you refuse to use the good karma points of your ancestors, you won’t complain if I asked for your people’s help, will you?”

“As long as they don’t have to sacrifice their lives for me, I’m good,” Neoma said, shrugging. “I just don’t like other people to give up their future just to bring me back.”

“Do you understand that those people you treasure will still die if you don’t return and save the world?”

“Well, that logic won’t still change my mind.”

“What?”

“Forget it, king,” Tteokbokki, now back in his human form, said to Drystan while shaking his head. “Have you ever had a proper argument with a de Moonasterio?”

“Right, they were all insane and illogical,” Drystan confirmed, nodding. “There’s a way to revive you, little princess. But we’ll need that crow.”

“Regina Crowell,” Neoma said. She instinctively knew that the King of Hell was talking about Regina Crowell. “Yeah, I don’t mind if we sacrifice that wench for my revival. She killed me in the first timeline. Hence, she owed me a huge debt.”

Of course, Regina Crowell didn’t directly kill her in the first timeline.

But that wench still had to pay for ruining her life back then.

“Ah, I won’t sign a contract with Your Majesty until my Contractor gets here.”

Drystan knitted his eyebrows, confused. “Little princess, do you think my kingdom is a playground that your people can easily go in and out? This is Hell. I know that your Contractor is a demon. Even so, that doesn’t mean he can easily trespass my territory.”

“Nah, Trevor can do it since he was powered by his love for me,” Neoma said casually, waving her hand. “Plus, I’m sure Ruto will be with him.”

Trevor and Ruto were a combination made in hell, after all.

***

IT HURT LIKE HELL.

Ruto was forced to teach Trevor Kesser how to break his Core.

But the demon boy didn’t only break his Core easily– that punk did it in the most painful way possible.

[I’m starting to regret my decision…]

“Oops, sorry,” Trevor said unapologetically, “smiling” while wiping the blood off of the blade of his dagger with a white handkerchief. “Did it hurt, damned chef?”

“You better sleep with one eye open, Trevor Kesser,” Ruto growled lowly, clutching his bleeding chest. “See you in hell, punk.”

*** ｂｎ𝚘ｖ𝚕．𝚘𝚛𝚐

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