My Bad Princess's
Meet you again

Italy

The deg!

The man gasped in his sleep, the pain that pierced his chest making him unable to say anything.

His body felt burnt and crushed at the same time.

"Ukh!"

The man gasped, moaning instantly like he was so badly injured.

All the veins in his body were turbulent, feeling like to explode when feeling hot and also crumpled at the same time.

Alessio was sweating, a pale face and looked so different.

"Well..."

"Well..."

He took a breath, tried to move but of course it was so difficult that it made him unable to balance his steps.

Bruk!

The man fell down, the soft bed was no longer where he was leaning.

His steps faltered, more precisely he who could not walk when the pain was increasingly enveloping him.

"Blog!"

One swear word came out of his mouth when he felt so upset about the pain that he did not even know at all.

"Huk!"

The enslaving taste was like a rupture in his stomach, he also seemed to want to vomit something.

The thick red liquid flowed from between his fingers as he closed his own mouth.

"Well...!"

His breathing is getting heavier, the blood coming out of his body is not normal he vomited but his nose and eyes also release the same fluid.

The deg!

The deg!

The deg!

His sight blurred, though, only two steps he tried to get out of his bed but now he seemed to be unable to do anything else and was engulfed in blood that was still flowing through his eyes like he was crying blood.

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The Lavensberg Empire

Duchy Helemite's.

The light that was still flying, the beautiful fireflies that continuously spread like stars that descended to earth.

But the beauty will not cover the tragedy that happened.

The girl was lying on the floor, a pale face with eyes that were still staring faintly at the man standing in front of her.

He saw a shiny shoe that everyone could not use that approached him.

His breathing sounded heavy but he was still alive.

The man crouched down after rubbing his still wet lips. He looked towards the girl who seemed to be unable to move and then rubbed the wet silver hair with the blood.

"When have we been like this for a long time? But why are you still not used to it? Hm?" asked the man without feeling guilty as he patted the pale cheek.

There was no answer at all from the girl, Cyra only looked with her silver eyes that looked faint.

"What's wrong? You want to say something?" asked Theodore who brought his ears closer but there was certainly no sound at all.

Cyra did not open her mouth, her tongue felt so faint that it could no longer make her speak.

The man smiled as he stroked the silver hair that looked shiny even though it was a mess.

"You should be able to say what you want to say, why keep quiet? Though you were not a quiet child," he said as he rubbed the girl's head.

Such pleasure and satisfaction that makes him not feel guilty at all.

Instead, he thought the girl should thank him for being given the opportunity to do his devotion.

At his always thought if he was someone of the most important existing in the world, someone who could even rival the standing of the Goddess and the Gods themselves.

Cyra still did not show any response other than the glances of his eyes that looked sharp but also seemed to slide towards the man.

Either the speech is like mocking or not but the obvious man looks like he wants to laugh at her.

"Here it is, I will heal the wound first." said her lightly who then turned the girl's body to her back and then touched the wound.

"Ukh!"

Theodore did not move at all, he just stared towards the girl in front of him who seemed to be enduring the pain until the light in his hand had disappeared.

"Now you can change your dress and then clean this place up" said the man who walked out without feeling guilty.

"Remember, I don't like any problems because of things like this" said the man who didn't even care even when he was the one who made the problem himself.

Cyra said nothing, her silver eyes staring at the man who had gone.

The large, burly back seemed to disappear behind the window of his room. The silver eyes looked faint.

He closed for a moment and then stared at the direction where someone had disappeared.

The light of the fireflies was still flying over the body of the girl lying down.

Cyra opened her eyes again, her heart rate felt different, like something was filling her body.

He flipped his body so he could look back at all the fireflies that were flying beautifully filled his room.

"He's here?"

His murmured as he sensed something that made him able to be aware of one's presence.

It was invisible directly to her, but the heartbeat and instinctive feeling she had said so.

Cyra closed her eyes once again, taking a breath because someone who was not actually part of her plan but she expected to come.

"Ukh!"

A groaning sound heard at a glance, he woke up with a body condition that still felt pain but of course he had to find someone.

Someone who may have come in the same place as him but does not know where he is at the moment.

"Well..."

The girl sighed, she looked towards the end of her fingers that could still grow the demon plant.

And naturally the creeping flower that grows from her fingers it can become to her actual host.

Cyra slowly wakes up, not caring about the pain and hell what she just met does not make her silent.

His still shaky steps were strengthened and he came down from the balcony of his room using all the flowers he could grow.

Following the rose tendrils that grew by themselves on the ground like a beautiful magic and able to make anyone's eyes fascinated.

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The deg!

The deg!

The deg!

The man's heart sounds loud, he looks at someone even like an unremembered ghost.

A beautiful girl with bright silver hair under the moon that was shining brightly with a pale face and a dress covered in blood and fingers that grew vines and beautiful flowers.

"Well..."

"d! Am I going to hell or heaven?"

His murmur was softened with faint eyes as his body lay on the ground with the force that had been drained and squeezed out.

He was happy but also angry and upset.

The girl did not say anything, she had managed to find someone she wanted to meet.

Cyra slowly pulls back all the rose tendrils that just helped her to find where the man was and now she has found him.

He stepped closer staring at the man and then crouched down.

Swab her face and then put the man's head over her lap.

"Why? Am I too bad to be an angel in heaven? Or am I too pretty to be a demon in hell?"

Cyra asked softly because he heard what the man had just said even though he muttered.

"You're a shitty girl" murmured the man who certainly knew the girl's true attitude.

There was no answer at all, the girl stared blankly and flatly then gazed towards the man who was in front of her.

The cup!

One soft patch landed on those thin and sweet lips.

"Then you want to go to hell with me?" cyra asked as she lifted her face and looked towards the man who was currently on her lap.

The man did not say anything, the delicate and small hand was stroking his head like magic that made him crumpled.

A beautiful face that was like a hypnotist made her unable to turn her eyes at all.