The Reincarnation Of The Poor Princess
Four (4)

"What's this?" ask Dhemiel.

Just contact it makes the servants who are working stop their activities. Their gazes turned to the three people who were suddenly inside Princess Stella's palace. But after finding out who they were, the servants quickly paid their respects.

"Honoring Prince Dhemiel and King Shavir. May the Kingdom of Evergard always be blessed" they said in unison.

Then their gazes turned to a little blonde girl with green eyes. Then they went back to paying their respects.

"Give respect to Miss Xylia."

Dhemiel nodded as a sign of receiving that respect.

Then he asked again, "What is this?"

One of them replied, "In answer to the Prince, we are carrying out our duties. All the old books that have been finished are read by our Genius Princess to donate to the people, while all the books that have just come are being placed on the bookshelves."

Whahuh?

All the books that Dhemiel just saw come a week ago already finished reading? Then, why did they call her sister "The Genius Princess"? Did he miss out on any important information about his sister?

Unable to bear all the questions lodged in his head, Dhemiel asked, "What do you mean to call my sister "Daughter of Genius"?"

"A-ah .. that...."

They all stammered, not daring to look at Prince Dhemiel's face.

"Java!" dhemiel jolt impatiently, he was too curious about a fact unknown to him.

"In reply to the Prince, it .. it's because Princess Ste-Stella is indeed a genius!"

There was a feeling of dread when one of the servants called out the name "Stella". Because, for five years they took care of Stella, no one dared to call the name of the girl, usually they would only call her "daughter" or "genius daughter".

"Jenius from where?" ask Dhemiel impatiently.

Knowing that no one answered, he returned to his voice in a snapping tone.

"Reply answer!"

"That's .. it's because the princess can speak English" the maid replied.

Dhemiel who heard it revealed an understated smile. Heh, his sister's age he can also speak English, so what is still admired as a genius?

However, after hearing the next sentence, Dhemiel felt her body being struck by lightning.

" ... From the age of 3 years," continued the waiter.

"What! Try saying! Repeat words!"

"Princesses can speak English since .. 3 years old."

Booms!

It felt like Dhemiel wanted to faint right now.

Nah!

That's impossible!

Still with a pale face that looked like he was about to faint, Dhemiel said in a limp, "You. You must have lied to me!"

The waiter nodded. His body trembled slightly, afraid that the prince before him would impose punishment on him.

"I ... don't lie."

He has to make sure whether it is true or not.

Hearing Dhemiel's question, the maids looked at each other with anxious gurgles radiating across their faces. Ever since Stella trained in swordsmanship, everyone who worked in her court was asked to shut up about whatever she was doing.

If anyone asks her whereabouts while she is still practicing swordplay, Stella tells them that she is resting and does not want to be bothered by anyone, not even the king.

"En ..and .... The Prince replied, The Princess is resting and we are given orders not to interrupt her rest until the Princess herself calls us if she needs anything."

King Shavir stared dislikefully at the servant in front of him. Ever since his arrival at his daughter's palace, he finally opened his mouth and spoke.

"Even if it's the king of this country?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"How darn!" sahut Dhemiel's. "Where is the boy's manners? Even if Dad wanted to meet her he wouldn't see her? Huh. It seemed, Princess Stella had no manners at all!" hatchlings.

"Oh? Then you're what? Getting into the territory of people without permission then making a mess here, then what was the name of it? Don't have manners? The insolent?"

A very sharp sound pierced everyone's sense of hearing. Everyone there focused their eyes on a little girl dressed modestly. His sharp eyes filled with an intimidating aura made the feathers of Dhemiel and Xylia bristle.

Seeing their master, the servants quickly saluted with trembling bodies.

"Give respect to Princess Stella."

The little girl, Stella, nodded briefly. Then his gaze turned to the boy who was about 7 years old.

"Oh, who do I think. It turns out that there's my family here. Let's go in."

King Shavir looked at the figure of the little girl with a complicated look. Is that his son? Why not like a child in general, even look like an adult woman.

As for Xylia, when she saw who had come, she hurriedly walked towards Stella. His smile slowly.

Arriving in front of Stella, she spontaneously said, "Good morning, Princess!"

Greeting from Xylia, Stella just stared at him flatly.

'Is she Xylia, the one who took all of Stella's rights in the fairy tale?'

"Daughter?"

The little girl, Xylia, tilted her head.

She looked at Stella's purple eyes full of interest, before finally saying, "Well, the Princess' eyes are so beautiful! Like His Majesty the King!"

Stella ignores the compliment―which is either genuine or fake. He looked at Xylia from head to toe.

"You Xylia? Xylia Chareeze Fictin, right?"

When Xylia found out that Stella knew about him, she innocently nodded with sparkling eyes.

"The princess knows me! I'm so happy!" he exclaimed with a cheerful tone.

Stella looked at the flowery Xylia in silence.

'Is she really Xylia, the cunning girl in the fairy tale?'

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TBCS!