Royal Secret: I'm A Princess!

KILL.

That was Neoma’s strongest urge at the moment.

She would admit that she never shied away from violence, especially if the people who received violence from her deserved it.

However, she wasn’t some sort of psychopath who enjoyed killing.

But at that moment– she felt so drunk with power.

[I need to snap out of this strangeness!]

And, so, Neoma tried to slap herself on both cheeks.

Keyword: ‘tried.’

Before her hands could even touch her cheeks, two people already stopped her from hurting herself– gently grabbing each of her wrists.

“Princess Neoma.”

“My Moon Princess.”

The people who stopped her were Lewis and Trevor.

Neoma, who took a good look at the fox and the demon boy, suddenly burst out crying.

And the reason for her tears?

“Why are the two of you so easy to kill?” Neoma cried out loud. Admittedly, she was acting like a drunk. No, she was acting worse than the time she got so wasted as Kim Neoma during her freshman orientation drinking party. “Lewis, why are the Silver Foxes have that kind of weakness? Trevor, I thought you were supposed to be a genius Sorcerer. Why can I, someone who can’t use magic, have the ability to kill you?”

She thought her cursed memories only made her remember how to kill gods.

But why could she also remember how to kill the other races?

[Is this how I ended up killing almost all the races in the world before I set it on fire?]

“I’m such an evil person,” Neoma continued crying her eyes and heart out. “I deserve to die…”

“Please don’t say that.”

She immediately shut her mouth when she heard how serious Lewis and Trevor were.

Moreover, the two also looked hurt by her careless words.

[Ah, I made a mistake.]

Neoma only had a few years to live, and that was already heartbreaking enough for the people who loved her.

Hearing her say that she deserved to die probably hurt them more.

[Okay, now I’m wide awake.]

“I’m sorry, I misspoke,” Neoma said. She was sober now, but her tears wouldn’t stop falling. Why the heck did she suddenly turn into a crybaby? “Lewis, Trevor, promise that you wouldn’t let me kill you. If I start acting strange, knock me out. I don’t know what to do with all these stupid memories…”

“Memories?” Lewis asked, surprised. “Princess Neoma, did you remember–”

“Shh,” Trevor said, hushing Lewis while side-eyeing the gods in front of them. “Later.”

Lewis, who realized that he almost made a mistake, shut his mouth right away.

“My Moon Princess, these gods came to offer you a deal, but you’re obviously not in the right state to deal with them,” Trevor said carefully. “As your Contractor, would it be right for me to talk to them in your stead?”

Neoma nodded weakly, her tears still falling nonstop. “Okay.”

“Then shall I escort you back to your room, Princess Neoma?” Lewis asked worriedly. “You need to rest.”

“Okay,” Neoma said while nodding. “I want to cry in my room.”

***

NEOMA was starting to calm down when her “children” arrived in her room to check on her.

As soon as she saw Greko, memories of how to kill fairies began to flood her mind.

Right.

[Our youngest is a half-fairy. And it seems like I killed the fairy clan during the first timeline.]

Hence, she burst out crying once again.

“I’m sorry, Greko,” Neoma said, hugging Greko tight. “I’m really sorry.”

“E-Eomma, why are you apologizing to me?” Greko asked in a panic, but he gently rubbed her back to comfort her. “Please don’t cry, eomma. It breaks my heart to see you in this state.”

“I don’t deserve to be your eomma– I’m a bad person.”

“You’re not a bad person, eomma,” Greko said gently. “You just have a nasty temper, an arrogant personality, and a foul mouth.”

“…”

Hmm.

[Is my youngest dissing me?]

“But all of those things are just a part of your charm, eomma,” Greko said, hugging her back. “Before you became my eomma, you’re my savior. A bad person wouldn’t save children like me, eomma.”

Neoma sniffled, but she still couldn’t get rid of the guilt in her heart.

[I killed so many people in the past…]

“What’s happening here?”

“Baby, are you crying?”

“Who hurt you, Neoma?”

It was Papa Boss, Mama Boss, and Nero respectively.

When Neoma raised her head and saw her family, her waterworks were put on once again.

Tears continued to roll down her face as memories of how to kill a de Moonasterio and a Roseheart filled her mind.

[Why do I have to learn how to kill my family…?]

And if she had those memories, it only meant one thing.

[Did I kill them in the first timeline?]

Come to think of it, she couldn’t remember what happened to Papa Boss when Nero became the tyrant. Granted that it happened after her revival, it was still suspicious that she didn’t have any memories of her father.

[I’m sure Mama Boss died in the first timeline, so the only Roseheart left back then was Nero. If I know how to kill a Roseheart, then does it mean I killed Nero by my own hands?]

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“Neoma, are you hurt anywhere?”

It was Hanna who just arrived in her bedroom.

This time, Neoma didn’t only remember how to kill a Quinzel– a brief yet vivid memory flooded her mind.

In the memory that she retrieved out of nowhere, she saw Hanna stopping her from getting swallowed by her Lunacy. She couldn’t tell what kind of technique it was, but it seemed like Hanna created a thing similar to a black hole that absorbed all the red lights in her body.

She recognized those red lights as the manifestation of her Lunacy.

The black hole successfully swallowed all the red lights, and that stopped Neoma from going insane…

… but Hanna lost all her Shadows.

[And that’s a death penalty for a Quinzel.]

To simply say, Hanna died because of Neoma.

“Why did you do that, Hanna?” Neoma said, standing properly only to hang her head low– her hands clutching her head tight. “Why do I have to remember all these stupid memories? I don’t want to see these…”

[Should I just gouge my eyes out?]

She didn’t know what had taken over her, but her mind was yelling for her to gouge her eyes out.

[Maybe it’s the only way for me to stop seeing all the things I don’t want to see.]

Neoma raised her head, only to move her hands with the intention of gouging her eyes out.

Yes, with her bare hands.

“Neoma!”

She knew that her family and friends would stop her from doing what she was about to do.

Hence, she put herself inside the Dome.

Of course, her Dome was sturdy enough to keep even Papa Boss, Mama Boss, and Nero from approaching her.

Her family immediately tried to break her Dome, but she knew they wouldn’t succeed.

Moreover, she also sealed Tteokbokki and her other Spirits when they felt them trying to get out without her permission.

[This is my chance to do what I intend to do.]

Neoma really thought it was her chance to gouge her eyes out with her own hands, but she was surprised when Skewer suddenly appeared out of thin air.

Then the Death Scythe’s rod quickly changed its form into a rope.

And that rope was already tied around her hands– stopping her from gouging her eyes out.

[What the fuck?]

How did Skewer come out when Tteokbokki and the other Spirits couldn’t?

Huh???

A woman with long, black hair and dark pink eyes appeared in front of Neoma.

The stranger’s all-black dress was a little too sexy for that era since it showed too much skin, based on the empire’s standards anyway.

[But why does this woman have the same vibes as Skewer?]

Now that Neoma’s focus was on something else, her thoughts about gouging her eyes out slowly slipped away.

“Who are you…” Neoma trailed off, then she remembered that Emperor Primo once mentioned whom the Death Scythe belonged to. She gasped out loud when the realization finally hit her. “Are you, perhaps, Empress Gwen– the First Emperor’s wife?”

Empress Gwen smiled and nodded. “That, I am.”

It was the Demon Queen herself!

***

RUTO clutched his chest tight, his heart still thumping hard and fast against his chest.

He was relieved that he was able to go home safely to his father’s mansion in the Royal Capital despite him feeling feverish.

[My face still feels hot.]

He didn’t know why, but as soon as the kiss he had shared with Neoma deepened, something in him changed.

No, it felt like he retrieved something that he had lost.

That was definitely strange.

“Is my heart beating this way because of Neoma?” Ruto whispered to himself while his back was pressed against the door of his bedroom. “But I’m not supposed to feel anything for her anymore.”

But here he was now.

[Why do I feel the strong urge to suddenly grovel before Neoma?]

***

“ARGH!”

The Ancient Devil, now living as Noah Solfrid, almost fell to the floor when he felt a sudden pang in his chest.

He was getting ready to visit the palace when he lost his strength out of nowhere.

Before he knew it, he was already sitting on the bed while clutching his chest tight.

[Why do I feel like something has been taken away from me?]

Could it be… Ruto?

“Impossible,” Noah whispered to himself in disbelief. “He wouldn’t be able to retrieve his feelings unless someone on Lord Levi’s level helped him.”

There was no way Lord Levi would help his son remember his feelings for Princess Neoma.

So the question was ‘who.’

[Who would help Ruto retrieve his feelings for Princess Neoma?]

“These feelings are mine,” Noah growled to himself. “I won’t let you steal what already belongs to me, child.”

***

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