Royal Secret: I'm A Princess!

MANU felt a shiver down his spine as soon as he stepped foot in the Dead World– the world where Neoma de Moonasterio lived before her regression.

It seemed like Crimson, the little de Moonasterio’s Soul Beast, had felt something was off too because he kept looking around. The baby dragon wouldn’t see anything strange, though. After all, they arrived at the vast Quinzel Estate, where the young Neoma Quinzel of this world was currently living.

To be precise, he and the baby dragon were standing on the rooftop of the annex building. Of course, they were invisible, and he concealed their presence well. They should live quietly while they were there.

[Crimson just needs to be near Neoma Quinzel while training.]

”Is my thug princess alright?” Crimson, the baby red dragon, asked worriedly. ”I feel a disruption in her soul.”

”Little de Moonasterio must be in pain,” Manu said bluntly. ”Someone is messing with her mind.”

”Then we should head back!”

”We would if we could,” he said. His duty was to protect the de Moonasterios, so he should have returned to the ”current” world as soon as he felt Neoma de Moonasterio being attacked by a great force. ”Unfortunately, we’ve been cut off.”

”Cut off?”

”Neoma de Moonasterio is the door that connects the Dead World to the current world,” he explained to the Soul Beast. ”But by disrupting her soul, the world in her memories became unclear. Thus, the door closed and we’re trapped here.”

”But you’re the Moon Priest, aren’t you? You’re stronger than the saint since you’re the representative of the Moon God. You can’t help my thug princess?”

”It’s true that I’m stronger than the saint.”

Yule, the Moon God, would always ”adopt” two children to represent him.

The Moon God would use the saint to deliver his message to the humans and help him gain more believers, while Yule would use the Moon Priest as his personal errand boy. Although he dealt with more annoying things than the saint, he was still grateful that he didn’t have to deal with people.

Moreover, to be a saint, one had to be crafty.

”But the saint is smarter than me,” he admitted with a shrug. ”If he was in my position, he wouldn’t have fallen into the enemy’s trap.”

Crimson’s eyes opened wide. ”We fell into the enemy’s trap?”

”Unfortunately, yes,” he said, then he pointed to the blue sky. ”Do you see that thing?”

The Soul Beast looked up at the sky, then he gasped softly. ”What’s the big round thing covering the sun? And why is it still bright even though that black thing covered the sun?”

”Because this is already a Dead World.”

”What does it mean?”

”It means Darkness already won in this world,” he explained. ”Our presence is weaker than the Darkness here.”

”How can Darkness win in this world, especially in the continent governed by Lord Yule?” Crimson complained with a huff. ”That doesn’t make sense!”

”Neoma de Moonasterio was killed in this world, so how could we win without the Sky?”

”I don’t understand.”

”Of course you wouldn’t,” he said, then he turned to the poor baby dragon. ”They murdered you in this world when you were just a baby.”

”What?! Who killed me?! I will make them pay once we return to our world!”

He was relieved that Crimson was confident they would return to their world even after he said they were trapped there.

[Neoma de Moonasterio’s arrogance rubbed off on him.]

He squatted down to meet the baby dragon’s eye level. ”The High Elves.”

”High Elves?”

”To be precise, the Dark High Elves,” he said to the Soul Beast. ”They are called Dark High Elves because they are the type of elves who use Darkness attribute. But the problem is not only do they use Darkness attribute– they also serve a terrible god.”

”And who is that terrible god?”

”I’ll be punished if I tell you, so let’s stop here.”

”Hmph!” Crimson said, then he put his paws on his hips while nagging him. ”How can you stay calm when my thug princess might be in danger?”

[Like master, like servant.]

Neoma de Moonasterio was quick to brush off things she didn’t care about, just like Crimson who asked nothing after he said he couldn’t tell him more about the terrible god he mentioned.

[They’ve been brainwashed pretty well, huh?]

”Don’t worry about Neoma de Moonasterio,” Manu said, then he stood up and stretched his arms. ”Even if they got rid of me, Lord Yule, and the former Saint Dominic Zavaroni, Neoma de Moonasterio isn’t as alone as they thought she must be.” He looked up at the black hole that covered the sun. ”They will soon realize that it’s not the Moon God and our people they should be worried about if they wanted to lay a hand on the Sky.”

[The sun is bigger than the moon anyway.]

***

NEOMA opened her eyes and got up while catching her breath.

The dream that she had still felt vivid, so vivid she refused to believe it was just a dream. It was a fucking piece of memory that she couldn’t remember. If her Papa Boss, the strongest man in the empire, had his memories sealed, then it could happen to her as well.

”Neoma?”

She turned and saw her Papa Boss looking at her worriedly. Lewis was behind her father, and her ”son” also looked worried about her.

”Are you alright?” her Papa Boss asked worriedly, then he sat beside her. ”What happened?”

”Papa Boss, I’ll use Lord Redgrave’s eye,” Neoma said urgently. ”I think I have some pieces of my memory erased back in my first life.”

”What?”

”I need to check,” she said, then she opened her hand and summoned Redgrave’s eye. ”I’ll use the eye now before I forget about my ”dream.””

”Neoma, you can’t be reckless,” her Papa Boss scolded her, but his voice was gentle. ”Tell me what happened first.”

”I’m sorry, Papa Boss,” she said, while staring at the red orb in her eyes. She was pouring as much Moonglow as she could in the red orb in order to crush it. If she remembered it correctly, that was how her father crushed the god’s eye. Thankfully, she could see the red orb turn silver-blue as her Moonglow filled it. ”I’ll tell you everything later.”

The red orb in her hand crushed when it failed to contain the Moonglow she injected in it.

She closed her eyes, thinking that she would remember her forgotten memories that included Commander Yoan Stroganoff of the White Lion Knights.

But much to her surprise, she felt a burning sensation in her eyes instead.

Then her vision literally turned red.

She couldn’t see anything but that color that hurt her eyes.

And it hurt.

[It fucking hurts.]

Neoma wanted to scream when she felt warm liquid roll down her cheeks, but she realized she couldn’t move an inch…

***

”NEOMA,” Nikolai said worriedly while looking at her daughter. ”Why are you crying blood?”

He felt helpless as he could only watch his daughter sit on the bed still while crying blood.

[Why can’t I do anything at times like this?]

The moment he felt something was off after the red orb broke, he tried to reach for his daughter’s hand. But a strong electric shock stopped him when he touched her. He tried to use his Moonglow and his Soul Beasts to break the barrier made of electric shock, but none of those things worked.

Lewis, on the other hand, bolted out of the room while yelling he’d call for Paige Avery and Greko.

[We can’t call Axel, the Royal Mage.]

After all, for some reason, Neoma’s hair suddenly grew longer.

But he already sent a message to Marcus, his personal Healing Sage, to come and check on Neoma. It would be better for more people to check on his daughter’s condition.

[Why do these things keep happening to my daughter?]

He clenched his hands tight as his chest was suddenly flooded with guilt.

[If only I didn’t force Neoma to pretend as Nero. All she wanted to do was to live a quiet and peaceful life. But those bastards…]

To be honest, he couldn’t blame those people alone.

He was the first threat in Neoma’s life, after all. No matter how much he regretted it, the fact that he tried to kill her when she was still a baby remained…

”Your Majesty, we’re here.”

He turned to the door and saw Paige Avery enter the room in a hurry. Lewis and Greko were walking fast behind the mage.

”Neoma tried to use a god’s eye to recover her forgotten memories,” Nikolai said calmly to Paige Avery, who stood on the other side of the bed while observing his daughter. ”Then she suddenly cried blood. I can’t touch her, and my Moonglow isn’t working on her.”

”Your Majesty, what did you do to Princess Neoma?”

He knitted his eyebrow. ”Excuse me?”

Paige Avery looked at him with a pale face, her turquoise eyes glowing in fear. ”There are several curses sealed in Princess Neoma’s soul!”

”Curses?”

”My eyes could see curses,” the mage explained. ”Princess Neoma’s soul is sealed by curses– and those curses have the crest of the Moon.”

Greko, the half human-half fairy child, gasped in shock. ”Curse of the Moon? I learned it from my Spirit Animal before…”

Curse of the Moon?

He clenched his hands. ”Paige Avery, can you undo the curse?”

”Of course, I can’t, Your Majesty,” the mage said in a frustrated voice, then she opened her hand. A cane materialized, and she grabbed it with her hand. ”But I will do my best to get rid of the filthy thing disrupting Princess Neoma’s soul first.”

”Filthy thing?” Nikolai asked, confused. ”What filthy thing?”

”High Elf,” Paige Avery said seriously. ”A High Elf is messing with Princess Neoma’s soul.”

”It’s a Dark Elf,” Greko added, his eyes glowing now. ”An elf that uses Darkness attribute.”

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