The Reincarnation Of The Poor Princess
Eighty Seven (87)

Stella and the others made it to Evergard just by passing through the Rainbow Door. Currently they are inside a simple, inconspicuous horse-drawn carriage, while Creed becomes a coachman.

The capital is peaceful as always. The people who passed by in the streets enlivened the atmosphere, there were also some noble women who were seen gathering in a place like a clothing store. Everything seemed peaceful and serene, not knowing that the king of this land was fighting in the palace, risking his life against someone unknown.

"I got information that there was a group of people in black robes fighting against the palace. It was thought that they were witches" Creed told the three children as he sped up the speed of the horse-drawn carriage.

'Not only was there one attacker, but there were many, ' Stella's inner self after hearing the knight's words, then thought of a solution to fight them. 'Is there an effective way to fight them?'

"... And it turns out that the leader of the attack had red eyes, like Miss."

The next words from Creed made Dhemiel, who was sitting beside him, look at Stella suspiciously. The same gaze also directed Esther at Stella.

"Nobody has red eyes in my family other than me" Stella said after understanding their suspicions and defending herself, but Dhemiel still appeared to distrust her.

"We don't know if you're lying or not. You could be in a plot with them."

"I don't" Stella said as she looked at the boy beside her with a frown, feeling a little offended. "What's the point of helping you when I'm the enemy?"

"It could have been an alibi to help your allies when they got to the palace" Dhemiel replied in defeat, which Esther and Creed considered reasonable upon hearing.

Stella is silent, realizing that she will not win an argument with her brother on this one. There was also no point in defending themselves anymore because once they reached the palace, the truth would be revealed that he was not their enemy.

'Now all I have to think about is the way to fight this attacker.'

Meanwhile, Dhemiel who was sitting by the window realized that Stella did not deny or approve of his remarks, and she reached the conclusion that his words were true. So he crossed his arms and snorted.

"Ha, what is this? Why don't you deny my words? Am I right?"

But there's no reply at all. Dhemiel realized that and felt a little disappointed when she found out that the girl beside her was the enemy, who had come to help her ally by pretending to be a good person. He frowned when he realized there was a feeling of displeasure arising in his heart.

'Why did I get so irritated when I found out he was the enemy?' he thought with a confused look. 'Price ... what because she is at first glance similar to Stella?'

She did not know why, but from the first time she saw the girl, a shadow of Stella instantly appeared in her mind. This was the first time she felt that someone else was her own family. And he thought that such a feeling was very strange.

'Yes, yeah. When viewed more carefully, it is a facial feature similar to Stella.'

Dhemiel begins to observe "Ellia", comparing her to Stella. The slender face shape was similar to his father's, then a small, pointed nose stood out between the pair of clear red eyes, then her little reddish lips looked like flower petals in spring.

"Ellia" did wear a male outfit whose model looked old, but her white, well-groomed skin proved that she came from a wealthy family. Her slightly wavy blonde hair was tied up, it also looked smooth and well groomed.

'uh? Why is the shape of the bangs the same as Stella?'

Dhemiel suddenly realized this. It felt strange to see others have a resemblance to Stella, but she could tolerate it because their resemblance could have been just a "coincidence". But why is the shape of the bangs the same? Does that also include coincidence?

'No, come to think of it, her voice was the same as Stella!'

Since it had been a long time since Stella disappeared, she had forgotten her sister's voice. No, rather, he could only vaguely remember. However, after rethinking, the voice of "Ellia" was indeed similar to Stella's voice. If her hair and eyes were changed, Dhemiel would think she was Stella.

'Wait ... change?'

Dhemiel gasped as distant memories suddenly appeared in his head. He really remembers it now. If not mistaken, that moment ... in the horse carriage .. he also saw that Stella's purple eyes turned red.

"Well!"

'It's impossible!!'

"What's up, Prince?"

The sound of his shocked breathing became the center of attention inside the carriage. "Ellia" glanced at him while Esther asked a question. Dhemiel immediately said that he was fine, which the two men were certainly not suspicious of. Then he stared at "Ellia" for a while, before finally turning his face the other way.

...―――...

Stella got off the carriage in a hurry and ran towards Everstell Palace. From a distance, he could see smoke billowing into the sky, a sign that something was already happening there. Arriving in front of the gate, his red eyes caught a miserable sight where half of his palace buildings were destroyed, leaving the rubble of the buildings strewn on the ground.

'What the fuck...?'

What had happened to the point that even his extremely simple palace was almost destroyed?

"Haa, who's the―"

Swuuungg!

"Aghhh!"

Stella screamed in pain as an arrow slid from behind her and managed to scratch her cheek. Fortunately he had high reflex abilities, yet he was somewhat disappointed that the arrow had managed to injure his cheek. He looked back quickly, looking at a man in a black robe carrying a bow and arrow.

'Her eyes are witches, but how come there are archers too?!'

Then his red eyes widened when he saw the man smilingly grinning. Grunting violently, Stella clenched her hands, feeling annoyed when she found out that the man was underestimating her.

"Ohh, exclaim, too," he sneered with a laugh, then Stella pointed her palm forward and called for reinforcements, "Nigreos dear, appear!"

Criyig!

A red magic circle appeared on the ground and spun, causing a small shock. A tall black shadow slowly emerged from within the magic circle. A pair of reddish horns that looked sharp and strong were seen on the head of the figure. No more giant black hands like before, now Nigreos has evolved and has its own shape. His closed eyes slowly opened, revealing the dark red irises typical of the demon race.

"Then, attack."

Nigreos immediately shot out at high speed, bringing up a black scythe in his hand. While the archer man looked stunned and trembling when faced with a real demonic figure.

"Hgp."

Stella turned around with a snort, satisfied to see the man's reaction. His pair of legs stepped around his ruined palace, trying to find Suzy.

"Sum!"

His screams echoed in the sky, but there was no answer. Stella screamed again, hoping that Suzy would hear her screams.

"Suzy's! Where are you?"

Taps.

Behind Stella, someone's footsteps rang out and stopped a few snores behind her. He picked up the sword tied around his waist and pointed it towards the girl in front of him.

Shit! Nah!

Two different swords clashed against each other. Do not forget the two pairs of red eyes that look the same at that second as well.

"Hi."

The "friendly" greeting sounded, along with the man swinging his sword. Stella felt a little surprised when she saw the man, who inexplicably reminded her of someone. Then he resisted the attack from the man and counterattacked.

Trang!

The sound of the clinking sword and the balanced fight happened at that moment.

Stella jumped, swung her sword, and turned.

The swish!

The left shoulder of the man was scratched. Stella wasted no chance and swung her sword back.

'No, tuh!'

He glanced at the man with a satisfied look, but the red-eyed man did not grimace or strike back, he just smirked a little.

'Huh....'

Not yet had Stella thought, her arms were pulled and her body was ruthlessly thrown to the ground.

The double!

"Aghhh!"

Be ill. Pain. That's how Stella feels right now. It felt like his spine was broken. His head also hit hard enough to make him feel dizzy. His red eyes tried to open, but what was seen inside his vision looked blurry.

"Akh, sick...!" his ringis while trying to get up, but his strength was not enough until he fell down several times. "Eh?"

His involuntary hand holding his dizzy head instantly froze as he felt a thick and warm liquid covering his palm. Stella immediately looked at her palm, then fell silent in silence when she saw the red blood clot there.

'The blood? M-my head....'

"Because of you."

The man's voice made Stella's mind sidetrack. He looked towards the madman, who was smiling calmly.

"What are you doing.... Arghh!"

His body suddenly felt like it was being chained by something invisible, tying it tightly. Stella glanced at the ground quickly, only to find a dark purple magic circle in her seat.

"Watch how your family's destruction is from here."

The word "family" from the man made Stella freeze. His head looked up and looked at the faces of people he knew very well.

"Dad! Brother! Suzy!!"

His lips involuntarily called out to them with a slightly trembling voice.

Seeing the reaction of the girl, the red-eyed man smiled in satisfaction.

"I've been looking forward to this moment. The day that the members of the royal family died."

'Crazy...! Crazyhead! What are you doing, huh?!'

Stella glared sharply at the madman, but the man looked unfazed and continued.

"Especially here there are rare items present. The owner of red eyes and blond hair, as well as the owner of the aura of the Goddess of Death. I've been waiting for the day I tortured you like this."

The red eyes of the man shone with a cruel look. That sickly-looking sneaky smile seemed to be filled with deep hatred.

"Now look, how your loved ones died before your eyes, like I used to."

The man's fingers slowly let out sparks. The difference was, the flames coming out of his hands were dark black. Then he aimed the black flames towards King Shavir and the others slowly.

Deg, deg, deg!

I don't know why Stella's heart is pounding. His face paled as negative thoughts struck his head.

He's just a poor soul who got into Princess Stella's body. He only wants to live a quiet life until Princess Stella's real soul is found. He also doesn't care about the people around him, what they do, and what happens to them.

He shouldn't care if they die from being killed.

'I shouldn't care. But why....'

But why does it feel so stifling?

Is it true that the man, who threw it away and is now beginning to pay attention to it, is his father?

Was it true that the boy, who had never visited her before and was now trying to get close to her, was her brother?

Is it true that they are his family?

If they die, then he should be fine, right?

But why ... why does it feel like there is a stone stuck in his heart? Why did it hurt so much to see them on the verge of death?

Tests, tests, tests.

'Without me knowing, I....'

Stella closed her eyes, trying to stop the teardrops falling from her eyelids.

'... Love you guys.'

But he didn't want to see them die now. There are still a lot of things they haven't done. Even the bad relationships of the past have not been repaired.

Stella also wants to be with them like her real family. He also wants to eat with them, sleep with them, and spend time with them.

There's still a lot of things that haven't been done together.

Therefore, they cannot die.

'I want everything that has happened in the past to be fixed. I want us to .. start a new life now!'

A request to begin the beginning of a new life begins.

Criyip!

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Next chapter~

Chapter 88. Eighty Eights (88).

"Who ... who? I don't know you...."

TBCS!