My Bad Princess's
Blood

The Lavensberg Empire

Duchy Helemites

The luxurious mansion now seemed so busy because someone who had the highest standing in the place had an accident.

In the midst of the busyness of a beautiful girl was just looking calmly and eyes that showed a sense of liking.

"His bitch is my father." she said softly like a mockery with a small smile.

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The girl closed in, enjoying the little calmness she felt when someone who used to die at the age of 12 but is still alive and certainly so healthy to be able to like her.

"Miss like her is happy these few days?" asked Catherine who was staring at the girl who chose to put her head to her thigh which was only a servant.

There was no answer, the girl was indeed enjoying her day but of course she also had to prepare for the coming storm after the calm day that she passed.

What's more when looking towards her pretty bracelet.

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Nah!

The noise was outside his window.

"Ed?" call him who knows who's giving a noise like that.

The window from the balcony with the long cloth was open, someone who came out behind him with a warm smile.

"Today I'm going to sleep here, like I had a nightmare" said the man, who reasoned for the same reason he was little and when they first met.

Cyra took her breath, she just smiled faintly. He knew that the man was no longer a child and he knew the lies that seemed so obvious.

"So..."

"I can stay here, right? No one will know that I'm coming and I won't touch you either."

There was no answer, but the beautiful face did not look angry at all.

"Come, if you don't snore" said Cyra, who then climbed into her bed.

The man smiled brightly. He followed the girl who walked first and then put her to bed first.

Greb!

One soft grip, no hugging or holding hands.

But his little finger is held by someone.

Only one part of his body looked simple yet had that great meaning to the man.

Cyra did not refuse or get angry, he looked at the man who had closed his eyes was either asleep or not because his little finger was still held so tightly.

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Italy

The rhythmic snap of the finger, the smell of blood that burst filled his sense of smell as well as the bright red color that adorned the green grass.

Those dark eyes turned a fiery red and then stared towards someone who was standing not far from him.

"A. forgive me.." said his soft words that seemed to retreat like a predator approaching.

The man was unmoved, his flat face staring towards someone who was begging with full of wounds.

He did not feel pleasure but he felt his own satisfaction when he saw the fear and despair of someone in front of him.

"You want to live?" her question was staring towards someone pleading with an injured face and body.

But all of those wounds can feel bland when he is faced with a heightened fear of death.

"Yes.. Yep... A.. I want to live." said he was nervous and afraid while looking at someone who was in front of him.

"Then I want to listen to music, can you use it?" her question was that staring towards the man in front of her.

Since his resurrection, his violent nature has become stronger, he is more cruel and certainly more inhumane.

Because he is not a complete human being.

"I. that's me." replied the man nervously because he could not do what he asked as a condition if he wanted to live.

Alessio let out a breath, he looked at the man while remembering the girl who always had a cold face but still looked so beautiful.

"If he was here what do you think he would do?" her question was staring at the half-dead frightened man.

There was no answer, only the nervous and trembling eyes and hands made him give an answer through body language if he did not know and did not want to know.

"You can whistle?" alessio asked who was staring at the man by lowering his head as if he had found an answer.

This time the man nodded and then looked at her in his direction with great expectation.

"I can!" speak it quickly.

Alessio smiled, he left and turned to prepare what he wanted to see.

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AARGHH!

The sound of screaming was heard, he stared at the man who claimed to be able to whistle but instead just continued to scream throughout the game that he ordered to do.

"What's wrong with you? Didn't you just say you could whistle? But I don't hear any whistling except your stupid scream?" asked Alessio who rubbed her earlobes at a glance.

Cardy squinted her eyes staring in surprise, she knew that her friend and colleague were cruel.

But the man was not used to letting someone live longer just to die in torment little by little for no reason.

"A. forgive me..."

His pleading speech, his footprints felt so sore and excruciating pain when the sharp iron wire was forced to incandescent.

There had not been three steps all of the iron wire had already pierced his times and let out a thick red liquid that always smelled rancid.

"You're not used to making things like this?" ask Cardy who can't silence her curiosity any longer.

Alessio turned his head to look towards the question that came at him but he did not answer at all and looked back at someone still struggling it past five meters of streets filled with rusty barbed wire.

"It's not fun" said the man who then pulled out his gun.

DOR'S!

The voice that was filled with a great and momentary noise echoed.

The thick red liquid splashed out and made someone fall straight into the barbed wire.

Not a word more, the man got up from his seat and then returned to his place.

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The man now looked pensive, he looked at the beautiful knife but of course he did not intend to sell it at all.

Sreg!

I don't know what crazy thought made her scratch her palm with the same knife.

"Cyra?"

"Devil?"

"Contract..."

If that's true, I wish I could see you again....

His mind that prays prayers even though the demon king that he does not even believe.

Without knowing if he is the devil himself.