My Bad Princess's
Go to hell

The Lavensberg Empire

Stovoide March.

The man walked with heavy strides, he thought of something the father had just mentioned.

"Master?"

Edward turned his head, someone called out to him and approached him making his blue eyes with black hair as smooth as silk as it turned his head.

"There was a call from the palace, the Crown Prince came to see you and wanted to see you at this time" said the maid who looked so surprised at the sudden arrival of the emperor's family.

"Have you welcomed the Crown Prince?" asked Edward who walked quickly.

"Already-"

Brak!

"Gather in the hall!" said Marquis Blaze who went straight out of his room to hear about Theodore's arrival.

Meanwhile.

The waiter lined up neatly, everything provided quickly and as much as possible nothing was wrong.

"Sorry we are late to say hello to your Majesty" said Marquis Blaze, who lowered his head and folded his hands back with one hand crossed in his chest.

"There's no need to bother, I'm just here to see the young Marquis and I should be the one apologizing for making you feel troubled." said Theodore who has always been the candidate of the emperor who wanted his people.

A smile that kept such a sharp knife behind him.

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A beautiful flower with a stretch of the aroma of white roses and also a white Lily that is along with other white flowers.

Theodore stared at the beautiful-looking garden of the Marquis and it was similar to the hair and eyes of his fiancee.

"Do you know if the Crown Princess is missing?" asked Theodore who opened his voice while drinking the tea

serve it to her in that beautiful garden pavilion.

"Yes, I already know it." replied Edward without lying at all because he and Tarrant did find out where the eldest daughter of Grand Duke Ecklart was.

Theodore was silent for a moment, as if staring with his eyes looking softly and then looking at his glass which was still full because he drank only a little.

"He disappeared after his debutante's party, and.." said Theodore hanging.

"If you think I have a connection behind the missing Crown Princess I would say if I were looking for her." said Edward who immediately said because he knew the way the man's mind in front of him.

"I know you have a relationship, and I let it go because I want to give her a little happiness" Theodore said something that made her look like a patient fiance.

Edward just smiled obliquely hearing her, happiness?

He does not remember his first life but he can see the present life.

And he knew how the man treated the Crown Princess whom he loved so much.

"I don't want to be presumptuous but I think you know best what makes a princess happy" said Edward who looked at Theodore.

"Any animal knows which room to enter and which not and if there is a dog who wants his master's bed then it must be said what is like that?" she asked who was looking at the man.

Edward was silent for a moment to hear her, Theodore was quipping her and he realized it.

"Then you came here just to ask me that?" edward asked, looking back at Theodore.

The crown prince of the Lavensberg empire only smiled but could not understand what was being thought behind the smile.

"As if you don't know anything, I'm just making sure" said Theodore who then woke up and looked at the man once again and gave him a thin touch.

Edward got up, he stood up and saluted the man of the highest standing after the emperor's throne.

"Cyras..."

"Where are you?"

Edward mumbled softly, he was already looking into the corner of the empire even if he had to be in the underworld even once.

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The Witch Duchy Helemites

Tarrant frowned, the black powder that was similar to that fine gem turned out to be a seedling from the demon world.

"Plant" muttered Tarrant, who knew his younger brother had the power to grow plants.

"How to grow it?" tarrant asked the witch he sponsored.

"We're looking for a way to grow her seedlings, she's absorbing blood and poison but so far nothing has grown at all" said one of the witches from the imperial family.

Tarrant stood still for a moment and then stared at the demonic plant seed.

"Find someone else and ask them to swallow it" she said, thinking of something else.

Tarrant left, he did not look at all and now he has to find something.

Something that made her feel so suspicious.

"You ate that seedling? Jesus Cyra!" decak Tarrant who just realized something and made her already know more as much as what his sister did.

...

Tarrant stared at the debris that looked like it was about to fall out. He entered the palace that had been destroyed hundreds of years ago.

"The resurrection? If their last offspring is still alive means.." murmured his wept who then tried to find another sesatu.

He knew it was a forbidden place because not everyone was allowed to enter the place.

The deg!

Tarrant flinched, the large inscription he saw in the forest was now in front of him.

And there is no way that big stone carved can be moved quickly and then be near it.

"What's written here?" muttered Tarrant who then touched her for a moment.

"Ukh!"

The man gasped, a sting similar to that of a bee again electrocuted his hand and left him speechless.

Tarrant frowned, he then looked for something he could use as a lat write to imitate writing that he could not even read.

"He must be related to this" murmured Tarrant, who spent a lot of time copying all the strange writings he could not read into the old rags of the abandoned palace.

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Italy

Renfred Mansion

A precise shot in front of him, a long shotgun with a point that seemed difficult to test.

"Gunshots" said Alessio, who began teaching the girl to use a long rifle after teaching her how to use a gun.

DOR'S!

The long shotgun was loud, white smoke billowing out from the gun's eyes was visible.

"You always go beyond the person who taught you" said Alessio, who was always amazed by the man.

Cyra did not answer, instead put the bullet back inside his rifle and stared at the shot in front of him.

DOR'S!

One shotgun that shot powerfully back sounded, and the same time.

One shot which then landed right in the middle of the target without missing at all.

"You look like you want to shoot somebody in the heart? Is that what you want to use to avenge you?" alessio asked who folded her hands and retreated and stood looking at the girl.

"No, I'll stab her heart with a sword and whisper if I love her, I do that because I think I'm in love with her." cyra replied with a face that looked flat.

Alessio was silent for a moment, sweet-sounding words with a murder plot on someone.

"Why do you have to say that?" asked Alessio who was staring confusedly.

Cyra stopped aiming, he then lowered his rifle, his silence which meant he was feeling something similar.

"I want to give back what she said, I think she whispered that word to me" Cyra said.

He heard her dozens of times and maybe even hundreds of times the words with such a subtle whisper.

Each time her body was torn apart when her holy power had to be moved or each time her legs were crushed and then put back into the beautiful flesh and then forced to be silent.

Such words he always heard, a sweet smile without guilt that had killed him repeatedly but did not want to destroy his body.

Alessio did not say anything, he looked towards the girl and then approached.

"You should just stay here, maybe it's your second chance that you won't get hurt again, right? You said you're happy here, you can get your happiness right?" asked Alessio who persuaded indirectly.

"I'm hurt? Happy?" that bitter smile was visible.

Cyra turned his head to look at the man who seemed to be saying what he was saying.

"I'm..."

"It's been too broken it's hurt and I've been too damaged to be happy" Cyra said softly with eyes that couldn't possibly understand what she was feeling.

Alessio did not say anything, he was silent for a moment and then looked towards the girl.

"Then you've done all your missions you'll be back in one piece? Will your destruction disappear or will you fix it yourself?" asked Alessio who was staring at Cyra with eyes that were so wondering.

"I didn't do it to make me whole again, but I wanted them to break up with me" Cyra replied with a faint smile.

It was not a bright and innocent smile but a smile that looked like it showed the elegant and dignified side hidden behind a broken soul.

"I'll take them all with me to hell" Cyra continued with a smile that seemed to change completely.

Her radiant eyes and bright gaze with narrowed eyes due to her beautiful smile.

Alessio was speechless, he was fascinated with that bright beautiful smile but he realized something.

The wound that the girl has will not be able to measure when she knows if only death will be her final path.