Royal Secret: I'm A Princess!

”NEOMA de Moonasterio!” Crimson yelled as soon as he turned around to face her. ”You should be grateful that one of your brats has covered us with mist or else the people at the villa would have seen you summon a Hellgate!”

”I didn’t summon it,” Neoma insisted in an annoyed voice. ”And why are you yelling at me? Do you want to die?”

The mean Soul Beast was about to say something when suddenly, a drop kick literally dropped and knocked him down.

She beamed.

It was Lewis and his legendary one-kick attack.

”Princess,” Lewis said worriedly, then he turned pale while looking at the dry blood around her mouth that probably dripped on her clothes as well. ”Blood…”

”It’s my blood, but I’m okay,” she said, then she dropped Skewer. The Death Scythe immediately disappeared and returned to her choker as a Mini-Skewer pendant. ”I just coughed up some blood.”

Lewis looked even more horrified now. ”Greko. Heal. You now.”

Ah, it seemed like Lewis was so worried that he forgot how to speak properly again.

”Damned fox,” Crimson, who was now sitting on the ground in a lotus position while touching the back of his head, complained while glaring at Lewis. ”You’ll be my first kill once I regain my adult form.”

Lewis looked down at Crimson with an icy glare.

”Ignore him,” she told Lewis. ”He’s just Tteokbokki’s mean alter ego.”

This time, Crimson glared at her. ”I’m the God of Wrath, you disrespectful princess.”

Speaking of wrath, her anger subsided now, so…

”Tteokbokki,” she said while smiling brightly. ”Come out. I don’t want to see that ball of fury anymore.”

Crimson opened his mouth to complain, but suddenly, he fainted.

Poof!

Then, the Soul Beast’s appearance changed from a child into a small red dragon.

”Thug princess, what happened?” Tteokbokki asked sleepily. ”Did you summon me?”

She smiled and snapped her fingers. ”Go home and rest, Tteokbokki.”

Tteokbokki fell asleep on the spot.

But before his body fell to the ground, he completely disappeared. Then she felt her Soul Beast return inside her soul.

[What a tiring night.]

”Princess…”

”What happened, Lewis?”

”We followed you when we felt a strange and ominous presence appear,” Lewis, who could finally talk normally again, explained. ”We caught the butler and according to your Spirits, he tried to assassinate you.”

It was probably Mochi because Mochi didn’t have a problem communicating with humans when she wanted to.

”The assassin is unconscious but to be safe, Jeno locked him up in a Prison Cube,” her son continued. ”We ran after you but a white flame prevented us from getting close while you were fighting the ominous presence earlier.”

[That must be Crimson’s flame.]

”Sir Dion judged that it’s a fight that outsiders shouldn’t witness, so he asked Jeno to cover the entire place with his mist. Jeno said that his mist also serves as a soundproof barrier.”

[Ah, that must be why Lewis addressed me as ’princess’ comfortably.]

”All of you did a good job,” she said, then she walked back to the Mother Hisa Tree because her job wasn’t done yet. ”You and the rest deal with the assassin. I still have business with the Hisa Tree.”

”Princess, I’ll stay with you,” Lewis said firmly. ”Please.”

She looked at Lewis and sighed when she realized he wouldn’t change his mind. ”Okay, stay with me.”

They walked back to the Mother Hisa Tree together.

Dion, Jeanne, Jeno, Juri, and Greko all looked relieved to see her. But that relief instantly changed to anger when they saw the blood on her.

”I’m fine, everyone,” she said cheerfully, then she looked at Xion who was still unconscious inside a transparent coffin-like ”cube.”

[It must be the Prison Cube that Lewis mentioned.]

And it looked like it was made of clouds.

”Eomma, are you hurt?” Greko asked worriedly, then he tugged gently at the hem of her shirt. ”Please let me heal you.”

”Later, maknae,” she said, then she smiled and gently ruffled Greko’s hair.

”Later?” Juri asked worriedly. ”Your Royal Highness, please rest first.”

”And please tell us what happened,” Dion said sternly. ”We must report this to His Majesty.”

Ah, right.

Her Papa Boss must be worried.

”I will tell you everything later,” she said firmly. ”For now, I want you to bring Mr. Xion to the villa and keep a close eye on him. I will stay here with Lewis.”

”May I know what else you need to do, Your Royal Highness?” Jeanne asked worriedly. ”We can’t leave Your Royal Highness alone without knowing anything.”

”There’s a living person trapped inside the Hisa Tree,” she announced casually.

Everyone looked shocked by her revelation.

Even Lewis who usually wore a poker face, looked stunned.

”I’m going to save that person,” she declared, then she turned to Jeno. ”Please keep the mist in the area, Jeno.”

Jeno, who still looked shocked, could only nod politely as a response.

Neoma clapped her hands to snap everyone back to reality. ”Okay, everyone,” she said cheerfully. ”Let’s get back to work.”

***

TREVOR clutched his stomach tight to refrain himself from throwing up.

He wasn’t sick, but the vision that he just saw scared the living shit out of him. It wasn’t like the vision was scary. He just realized what kind of person Princess Neoma was.

[My Moon Princess…]

”What happened to you?” Prince Nero asked. Ah, right. He was having tea with the royal prince and the Queen of the Spirit World. ”If you’re going to throw up, do it where I couldn’t see you…”

Prince Nero trailed off when Queen Tara dropped her teacup on the table.

Amazingly, the liquid and the broken pieces of the teacup disappeared before they even touched the queen’s body.

[What a scary ability.]

But then again, no one and nothing could hurt Tara in the Spirit World.

”Your Majesty, what happened?” Prince Nero asked worriedly. ”Did something happen?”

”Your twin sister…” Tara said, then she gulped before she turned to the royal prince. ”Princess Neoma just killed a minor god.”

”That god must have deserved it,” Prince Nero said casually, then he sipped his tea. ”Neoma isn’t the type of person to kill anyone without a proper reason.”

Tara looked concerned by how blinded Nero was with his love for his twin sister.

”My prince, you don’t understand,” Tara whispered. ”Not anyone could just kill a god, even if it’s just an insignificant deity. Princess Neoma has become a God Slayer.”

God Slayer.

Trevor felt a shiver down his spine.

”A God Slayer,” Trevor mumbled to himself. Although he was amazed by Princess Neoma’s new title, he couldn’t help but get worried. ”The gods won’t leave her alone now.”

***

DOMINIC Zavaroni hugged himself when he suddenly got goosebumps. ”Princess Neoma has become a God Slayer.”

It was a huge but frightening feat.

A god, no matter how minor or insignificant they were, was still a being that a normal human couldn’t kill. The Major Gods would probably ignore it. But the mid-tier gods wouldn’t simply let it slide.

”You said it was just a weakened god with a decaying physical body. Moreover, you also said that another god helped Princess Neoma,” Princess Nichole, who was sitting beside him on the bed, said. ”I’m not undervaluing my precious niece’s accomplishment. However, I don’t want to treat it like a big deal because I don’t want the gods to treat Princess Neoma as an enemy now.”

”It’s not only the gods that Princess Neoma should be wary of from now,” he said worriedly. ”Slaying a god is blasphemy, Nichole. And remember, you are descendants of Lord Yule. You should know that there’s a being who judges and punishes the de Moonasterios who commit serious blasphemy.”

”Who…” she trailed off, then she covered her mouth when she gasped softly. ”Oh, him.”

”Yes– him.”

”Is he real?” she asked curiously. ”I mean, I often cursed at the gods, but he hasn’t appeared yet to punish me.”

”Cursing and bad-mouthing the gods aren’t heavy offenses in his vocabulary,” he said. ”But slaying a god is a serious crime. He might appear this time.”

Nichole’s eyebrows furrowed. ”You know him so well, Dominic.”

”Of course,” Dominic said with a soft laugh. ”The Moon Priest is my brother, after all.”

***

The man sleeping on the moon ignored the loud voice in his head.

The man sleeping on the moon felt proud of his brother for finally following his heart and betraying the owner of the annoying voice in his head.

The man sleeping on the moon thought nobody cared about minor gods these days.

The man sleeping on the moon believed he wasn’t getting paid enough to deal with annoying things. Moreover, the fewer gods lingered on earth, the better it was for humanity, anyway. Frankly, the little de Moonasterio did a wonderful job.

Case dismissed.

The man sleeping on the moon thought that someone who was supposed to enter a deep slumber shouldn’t be bothering him. What was the point of ”sleeping” if he would just go around yelling at people’s minds anyway?

The man sleeping on the moon opened his jewel-like blue eyes and got up abruptly. ”Where is she?”

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