The Reincarnation Of The Poor Princess
Fifty-s (50)

Esther Aubrey Risteard.

He never expected to have his father's surname. He never expected to be respected by everyone. He also never expected to follow the fight on the throne of the kingdom that was being contested by his brothers.

Esther only hopes that her existence is recognized by her father and can live with her parents happily, like a family in a fairy tale book.

However, that hope is shattered when Esther learns that her mother died of poisoning. And what hurt him even more was when he asked his father to give justice to his mother, but was rejected and he was coldly cast out of the palace, even until his princely title was revoked and not allowed to return to the Risteard region.

After the unfortunate incident that befell him, Esther no longer believed in the so-called "hope" and "hope". But now, when she sees that her personal bodyguard, Nicole, is injured and on the verge of dying, Esther hopes that God will not take Nicole from her.

Anyone, help us....

The words of despair were spoken by Esther over and over again in her heart.

As if God was listening to his hope, someone appeared. She was a little girl who had a beautiful face with golden blonde hair and red eyes.

Although some came, Esther was disappointed because the one who came was a person who was about a few years old under her.

Yet....

"How dare someone like you call me a boy."

... The girl had a different temperament to the look of her face. In contrast to her beautiful and charming face, her nature was very cold like ice.

"Please selected. You want to die from burning, sword-piercing, or in my father's hands?"

Waw....

Esther was amazed when she saw the girl exuding a dangerous aura that seemed intimidating.

I want to be like that.

Once again, Esther hopes that she can be as strong as the girl.

***

Why is it that every time I want to finish this fight, there's always something in the way? It's really draining.

Stella complained in her heart, then pretended to act innocent in front of the group of people.

"Why so much noise? Is there a massacre in this fight?"

However, one of them called him a very taboo call for Stella.

"What's? Why is there a child here?" Someone asked with a dislike look. "Oi, kid. Don't interfere. Go there."

Yeah, she called Stella with a "spokesman" call"!

This guy calls me a boy!!

Stella gritted her teeth when she heard the call for the second time. His face, which was not covered by the mask, became gloomy. His red eyes lit up. The aura of the Goddess of Death, which had faded, was now coming out.

"How dare someone like you call me a boy."

I'm so sick of hearing that call. No, I'm so sick of it!

"Please selected. You want to die from burning, sword-piercing, or in my father's hands?"

If that Shavir knows something's bothering me, he's bound to explode, so let's take advantage of him!

While saying those words in her heart, Stella smiled. Unexpectedly, a booming sound of laughter rang out, followed by a loud innuendo from the forest bandit leader that was―which of course was aimed at Stella.

"Wahaha! What kind of a joke is that! Ahaha! My tears are coming out, hahaha! I'm scared, hahaha!"

The forest bandit leader who used the axe laughed out loud while holding his stomach, ignoring Stella's expression that had been confirmed to be dark. Still with a booming laugh, the man pointed at Stella.

"Hey, Son! Didn't your parents teach you not to be arrogant and to respect adults? And a boy like you is no good at saying such absurd sentences. Awahaha!"

Hearing the man's words, Stella was made emotional.

Yes, he had indeed been taught such a thing by his parents. They say, "Since we are members of the royal family, we must not be arrogant" or "We must respect the more mature".

But, that was before!

Yes, first! When Stella becomes "Stella Elliathania Elliot Evergard"!

Yet now, in this world, he had never been taught such a thing!

It was because my existence was considered like dust and my mother had been rumored to have died five years ago, so I had never been taught to behave like that.

Even Suzy, the one who took care of Stella from the baby, never said such a sentence. He simply said, "You are the princess of this country, so no one will denounce your behavior, whether it is polite or not" he said. 

So Stella, who grew up in such an environment, never respected the adult she first met, especially if that person was to the extent of hurting her heart and physique, just like the current situation.

I better burn them.

Stella decided that in her heart, then took out her sword, then directed towards the forest bandits.

"Hmm, it would be more interesting if this sword...." Hanging up her sentence, Stella silently grinned. "... Made into a sword of fire. How's it?"

The forest bandit leader stared at Stella's sword with a glittering gaze full of greed. He had never seen such a beautiful sword in his entire life. Those devious plans to snatch the sword immediately appeared in his head.

"God...." The man smiled widely, raised his axe and placed it on his shoulder, then approached Stella with light steps. "I'm not afraid of you at all, boy."

Pats―

"Argh―!"

Buk up!

The big axe belonged to the man regardless of his hand.

In front of him, Stella looked at him coldly. That black-colored huge hand came from Stella, more precisely from the aura of the Death Goddess formed due to her emotions.

I don't know why this could happen, but I'll take advantage of it!

"I told you before that you can't call me a boy. This is the consequence."

Kuk―

"Le-let go ak―ukh!"

The huge hand that was strangling the neck of the forest bandit leader was getting hardened, making him unable to speak, even breathe.

"What's? Untie you? It's impossible."

A tone full of satire from Stella sounded, making the man who was being strangled was swearing full of anger.

"Basic ke*rat ka―pwah! Uhuk, uhuk! Uhuk, uhuk! Haohhh...."

Fresh blood spurted from the man's mouth. He coughed great. His splashes of blood stuck to the ground, but Stella did not release the black hand that was suffocating the man. Moments later, the man drooped limp in the grasp of the black hand, signifying that he was dead.

Meanwhile, the forest bandits along with Esther and Nicole who were watching the scene, instantly trembled. Their eyes were fixated on that terrifying scene, as if it could not be closed.

"Well, now...." Stella set her sights on the forest bandits still around her. "... It's time to clean up you guys." Then he smiled broadly.

***

"Thank you for your help, Miss. We are so grateful!"

Nicole smiled brightly as she shook Stella's hand.

"It's okay" Stella said as she tried to smile. "Isn't it better now if Mr. Nicole treats your shoulder which ... looks like it's going to slip out of place?"

Stella's words are right. He glanced at Nicole's shoulder that was almost cut off by the forest bandit leader earlier. 

Hearing Stella's remark, Nicole immediately recalled her injured shoulder and nodded. "Ah, yes. Then, can we take Miss home?"

"No need." Stella refuses. He pointed towards Rielle and the several Eternal Flame members behind him who were taking care of the corpses of the forest bandits. "My uncle's there, so there's no need."

"Ah, so .... Alright."

Nicole nodded, but her expression looked disappointed.

As Stella was about to leave, she felt a very intense gaze being directed at her. Stella looked at the perpetrator.

"What's wrong?"

Esther flinched when she looked at the person who had saved her, then she shook her head in a hurry.

"No, there's nothing."

"really?"

"Yes!"

"Hmmm...." Stella watches the boy who seems to be the same age as Dhemiel. His eyes looked at the boy's hair which looked striking. "The color is similar to a cherry blossom," Stella murmured unconsciously.

"Yes?"

"Oh, no," Stella said quickly. "Then I go first."

"Oh .. yes." Seeing her rescuer turn around, Esther hurriedly waved her hand as she asked, "Can we meet again?"

"If you're lucky."

"So .... Ah, careful. See you soon."

Stella did not reply, she just glanced towards the boy before finally walking over, approaching Rielle.

Said Mr. Nicole, he was a prince from Risteard who came to Evergard to bury his mother.

Stella's gaze shifted towards her hand. His red eyes stared fixedly at his palm.

Can I ... revive the dead?

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Haahhh... temptation wants to create a new story emang gk can be avoided🤤😧 tpi of all the stories I make, one blm no finished /plak. Huhhh.

Next chapter~

Chapter 51. Fifty One's (51).

"Better there is only one sick than two."

TBCS!