Royal Secret: I'm A Princess!

“I NEED to borrow one of your prayer rooms here since I know it’s empty anyway.”

Nowell Elwood flinched at Trevor Kesser’s harsh words, but he couldn’t refute that.

[The Hazelden Kingdom doesn’t have a particular god we worship, but His and Her Majesties are planning to rebuild a religion centered on Goddess Roxana once Princess Monik is old enough to become a saintess.]

But it wasn’t the right time to be offended by a foreigner’s comment.

Moreover, personally, Nowell liked the fact that the Hazelden Kingdom embraced people from different religions. It was good for a kingdom like theirs to be diverse, after all.

“Lord Kesser, Regina Crowell is an enemy,” Nowell said firmly, clenching his hands. “We cannot allow her to enter the Royal Palace.”

“You know, I can just take over this small palace if I want to,” Trevor said indifferently. “But I’m being polite because I don’t want Princess Neoma to get mad at me.”

[You’re not being polite at all, sir.]

“I swear on Princess Neoma’s name that I’ll protect your little kingdom. You should know that I don’t use my Moon Princess’ name lightly, so you better take me seriously,” Trevor said threateningly. “And if push comes to shove, I will at least make sure that your little prince survives.”

“Even so–”

“Just open the damn gates while I’m still asking nicely.”

Regina Crowell, who was standing behind Trevor Kesser, snickered.

Nowell didn’t find the situation funny, of course. In fact, his knees almost buckled.

Trevor Kesser didn’t raise his voice, but his heavy bloodlust mixed in the air knocked the knights behind Nowell unconscious.

[We’ll die if we don’t give him what he wants, but…]

“Let them in, Uncle.”

Nowell looked over his shoulder, then he gasped when he saw Prince Claude floating in the air.

The second prince was born without Mana.

Hence, he concluded that the pinkish lights around their little prince were the ones responsible for bringing Prince Claude outside when His Highness was supposed to be hidden in the palace.

“Prince Claude…”

Nowell knew that he should follow Prince Claude as His Highness was the highest ranking person in the kingdom at the moment.

But, as Prince Claude’s uncle, he couldn’t simply bring himself to let an enemy in.

“It’s alright, Uncle,” Prince Claude assured him, smiling. “Grandma Roxana said Trevor Hyung won’t let us get hurt because he’s afraid of Neoma Noona. We don’t have to trust that hyung over there– we just have to have faith in him as one of Neoma Noona’s people.”

Ah.

That look.

Nowell recognized the determined look on Prince Claude’s face.

[His Highness is still a baby, but he already exudes the aura of a ruler.]

“Aigoo,” Trevor Kesser commented in a language that Nowell didn’t understand, but at least the sorcerer’s mood was better now than it was earlier. “I can’t believe that a baby is smarter than all the adults combined here.”

Nowell cleared his throat before facing Trevor Kesser. “I will follow Prince Claude’s order and will let you in, Lord Kesser.”

“Good~”

“But I’ll have you know that Princess Neoma would hear about how rude Lord Kesser is when asking for Hazelden’s cooperation.”

Trevor Kesser looked shocked while Regina Crowell burst out laughing.

Fortunately, Prince Claude didn’t scold Nowell for threatening the sorcerer.

[I will really tattle on Princess Neoma as a little payback since Lord Kesser made our knights faint.]

***

TREVOR was still annoyed (and worried) that Nowell Elwoord threatened to tattle on Princess Neoma.

But he couldn’t blame anyone but himself for being a prick earlier.

[Well, in my defense, I’m not really a good person. I only become a decent human being when my Moon Princess is around. But I regress to my usual self when my Moon Princess isn’t there to supervise me.]

“Stop getting distracted or I’ll stab you in the eye.”

“Don’t threaten me~” Trevor said, smirking. “I might “accidentally” send your soul to Hell if I get too scared~”

Regina Crowell just scoffed at his threat. “As if you’d be reckless when Princess Neoma’s life is at stake.”

“God, you’re so obnoxious.”

“Not as much as you are, though.”

Trevor shut his eyes tight, trying to calm himself down in order to prevent a closed-door murder mystery from happening there.

He had to be calm because he was the only one who could revive Princess Neoma.

[Do it for your Moon Princess, Trevor Kesser.]

Seeing Princess Neoma’s beautiful face in his mind soothed his heart.

Trevor was just starting to relax when, suddenly, he was force to open his eyes.

Fortunately, his reflex was quick enough to grab Regina Crowell by the wrist and stop the crazy bitch from stabbing his eye with a small knife.

“You bitch–”

“Didn’t I warn you I’d stab your eye if you get distracted again?” Regina Crowell smirked at him. “Focus, Trevor Kesser.”

“If you pull a trick like this again, the deal is off,” Trevor warned the wench while roughly letting go of her hand. “Whether I’m distracted or not doesn’t matter. I can still get the job done even if I’m daydreaming of Princess Neoma’s beautiful face.”

He didn’t want to admit this, but he was almost caught off-guard.

Regina Crowell didn’t release any bloodlust when she attacked.

Hence, Trevor only realized that he was about to be stabbed when the blade of the small knife was only a breath away from his face.

To hide one’s bloodlust from someone like Trevor was impressive.

“Did you learn how to hide your bloodlust while playing errand girl to Rubin Drayton?” Trevor asked curiously. “That’s a nice skill. You can be an assassin as a fallback once Princess Neoma ends your stupid little cult.”

Regina Crowell just rolled her eyes, then she began to unbutton her blouse. “You should kill yourself once Princess Neoma and your stupid little empire meet their downfall. After all, I’ll tear all your limbs one by one and sew that dirty mouth of yours as soon as this war ends in our victory.”

“Wow~ So scary~”

“I thought Commander Ruto would be the number one target on my hit list, but you just replaced him as the first person I’d kill as soon as I could,” Regina Crowell said, removing her blouse and letting it fall to the floor. “But congratulations, Trevor Kesser. You just won my undivided attention.”

Pfft.

Regina Crowell was standing in the middle of that empty room with her torso exposed, except for her breasts which were covered by her brassiere.

Yet, despite being half-naked, she still stood proud and tall.

[Her green eyes are burning.]

“What are you looking at?” Regina Crowell asked, raising an eyebrow. “Do you want to see my bare chest?”

“No, thanks~” Trevor said, pulling out the Devil’s Grimoire from the Bookworm’s mouth. Then he opened the book and picked up the Cursed Dagger between the pages. He had already summoned the item in advance, so it was already there when he opened the Devil’s Grimoire. “Your body does not excite me, Regina Crowell.”

Most men would probably find Regina Crowell attractive, though.

[But I’m not like other men– I’m worse~]

“As a lady trained by the best courtesans all over the world before I even got my first menstrual cycle, you touched a nerve,” Regina Crowell said, smirking bitterly while strutting towards Trevor seductively. Then she stopped in front of him and poked a finger at his chest. “Your taunting sounds like a challenge to me.”

“Nah, don’t waste your time. You can’t seduce me,” Trevor said indifferently, then he stabbed Regina Crowell’s chest with the Cursed Dagger. “If I’m capable of finding other women attractive, then I wouldn’t be suffering from unrequited love.”

Regina Crowell, whose face didn’t even flinch after getting stabbed, smiled. “Maybe that’s your karma for being born a menace to the world.”

Trevor just pushed the dagger deeper into the wench’s heart.

No blood was spilled because the Cursed Dagger was a weapon meant to attack the soul and not the physical body. Moreover, the Cursed Dagger must be used on naked skin. Clothes would hinder the effectiveness of the item.

Hence, Regina Crowell removed her blouse.

Trevor just had to stab the wench in the area that her brassiere didn’t cover.

Getting stabbed by the Cursed Dagger directly in the soul must hurt like hell, but Regina Crowell was doing a good job keeping a poker face.

[She’s breaking out in a cold sweat, though.]

“I’m pulling out the Cursed Dagger now,” Trevor said. “It will hurt more, so endure it.”

He pulled out the dagger before the wench could even respond.

That was when the crow finally let out a painful groan.

Regina Crowell clutched his chest tight while falling to her knees, crying in silence. She bit her lip to stop herself from crying out loud, then she hugged herself to probably stop her body from trembling because of pain.

Trevor ignored Regina Crowell as he carefully removed the glowing thin strands of “white thread” wrapped around the Cursed Dagger.

Those strands of “white thread” were actually a piece of Regina Crowell’s soul.

[This is more than enough to revive my Moon Princess.]

As expected, Regina Crowell was indeed useful.

[No wonder both the older and the present Princess Neoma wanted her alive.]

“Hey, do you want to make another deal with me?” Trevor asked, his inner sorcerer who was curious about everything coming out. “If I returned Dilan Crowell to you alive, would you give me a sample of your blood and Mana?”

Regina Crowell, whose beautiful face was now covered in sweat, looked up at him an laughed. “If you were in my shoes, would you save your older half-sibling who’s been touching you inappropriately ever since you were a child?”

Ah, so that was why Regina Crowell didn’t look that desperate after he half-killed Dilan Crowell right in front of her face.

As expected, the crows were a bunch of scumbags.

“Alright, I get it,” Trevor said, nodding. “I’ll give Dilan Crowell a gruesome death.”

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