My Bad Princess's
Waita!

Lavensberg Empire.

Duchy Helemite's.

Tarrant gasped, the plant glowing red while sucking the blood he shed.

Like a reaction where he is absorbed by some things that he cannot deny.

"What's that?" his murmuring did not understand at all.

At first everything was fine until he read the actual translation he did not know.

A way to awaken magic yet he uses it and uses his blood.

"I think this is crazy!" his words were softly staring in disbelief.

The black seedlings began to grow with the blood he gave them, vines that he did not even know what kind of her was in sight at that time.

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Imperial Palace.

The man with bright sun-like hair was flowing towards the red diamond he found a grain of.

And just like that it fell when Tarrant took some of it for the jewelry in the dagger he gifted to his sister.

Theodore took it, he mixed it into the water that he had cast a spell to summon an ancient demon but the color never fused.

"What wrong? Maybe not this?" his murmurs were staring in wonder.

The two men who both recited the resurrection spell had absolutely no idea what was going on in the other world and dimension they were in.

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Greb!

Cyra flinched, her small hand instantly caught and then restrained with that big hand.

"Deliver!"

All her flower tendrils can no longer move, not her attack but the flowers instead move to absorb and shroud the man as if it was absorbed with his own.

"No!"

"Olympics! You are! Be aware!" said Cyra who called by raising her voice.

The man did not answer, his eyes as if mastered by something else, his hands began to change, black with nails and fingers that enlarged and then elongated.

The deg!

"Tails? The horns? The wing?"

Cyra muttered, the man still did not say anything but slowly his body shape changed to resemble his original form.

Growth similar to the birth of a monster was seen.

That handsome face was still visible, but the good looks were mixed with a cruel aura and also could not be defined.

"Ukh!"

Cyra can not breathe, the plant that must be tame with her because it comes from her strength now instead began to roll and bind her body.

A smile was seen on that handsome face but it looked cruel and sinister.

"Contract starts? What do you want?" asked the man in a different voice than usual.

"Official?" call Cyra who feels claustrophobic because the plant is wrapped around her by herself.

There was no answer, only a faint smile visible.

The tail with a horn-like tip that grew like a human with the shape of a half animal also began to wrap around it and make it closer.

The hand that looked bigger was starting to hold her thighs and reveal the long dress she was wearing.

Wasn't it! He's not Alessio!

Cyra felt a different aura, not like when she was with the man before her but this time it looked unusual.

There was no human or half-demon aura, not a faint aura yet he could sense it.

"Lucifer?" his murmurs were shrill who called out with a name that even he still guessed.

While the devil's naughty hands like it already wants to disarm her dress.

His body that is only mitip with a small doll body compared to the body of a demon that has risen with

His smirk was rising, his lid*h whose warm terrace was still sweeping the white and smooth arch of the neck.

"Yes, you called me well." whispered her who certainly could not resist any of her bad desires because she no longer had a human side at this time.

"Wait on! You crazy?! You want to destroy me with a form like that?!" ask Cyra who is like running out of energy because her body is like being found with a twisting.

Not to mention the difference in body size that makes it like a child with a man who is 3 times the size of his original shape.

The demon si*lan did not listen to him, and his power had no effect because he could not hurt the king of the power itself.

He felt a hand still trying to creep on his body along with a warm sweep.