The Reincarnation Of The Poor Princess
Ninety (90)

"Uhh...."

The girl groaned. His eyelids shook, then opened slowly. His red eyes looked at the ceiling of the room he was in, then woke up from his sleeping position.

'How long have I been sleeping?'

Stella rubbed her eyes, then looked around her. He was still in this foreign room. Then Stella got out of bed. His little legs slowly walked.

"Woah, this room is very spacious," he said with a small cry as he glanced at the surroundings.

A black carpet with a pattern of red roses unfolded on the floor, becoming the footrest of his foot. Crystal chandelier hanging on the ceiling of the room. There was also a large map of the continent taped to the wall, blinding the eyes as it was made of gold.

Stella stared at the map of the continent fixedly.

'Looks like I've only seen a map like this for the first time.'

He felt alien to the image that was on the map of the continent, it felt like he had already seen another map of the continent but could not be remembered, instead of such a map of the continent.

"Eh?"

Stella tilted her head when she found out her mind was confused.

"Another continental map? Is there another continent here?" he muttered confusedly while looking at the map of the continent again, but there was only one large continent within the map and no other continent. "Why do I keep acting weird, huh...?"

Stella thought in silence, after which shook her head, expelling such thoughts from her head.

'I am also free to think. I still can't remember anything.'

Eventually, Stella decided to tour the room which was very spacious and decorated with interesting objects, resembling a medieval European building.

At that moment, Stella stopped walking.

'The middle ages of Europe? What else is that?'

It seemed like he knew what it was, but he did not remember it at all. Once again, Stella shook her head then sighed. There was no point in wondering to himself, it was better for him to directly find out. It might help him regain his memory.

'But I'll do it later. Now I want to rest.'

Tap, tap, tap.

Stella.

His red eyes stared in amazement at the room he was in. Long windows lined up near her bed, revealing a bright blue sky and a green and beautiful view of a garden. The transparent white curtains on either side of the windows swayed slightly, blowing in the wind.

'This room is very comfortable.'

Stella thought that it would be better if the room was like this, but it seemed like this room was not her room. There was no sign of a girls room in this room.

'Does this room belong to this man?'

"Maybe," he answered to himself, after which continued his walk.

Just then, something in the corner of the room, which was adjacent to his bed, caught his attention. A red curtain covered the place, making Stella feel curious.

He stepped towards the place quietly while second-guessing what was behind the red curtain. Upon arrival there, his hands slightly opened the curtain, revealing something rectangular in various colors decorating the object.

'Drawing?'

Stella stared at the object fixedly, reassuring her vision. It really is a painting.

'Who's painting, huh?'

Coinciding with what she thought, Stella uncovers the red curtain that covers the painting completely. When he saw what was inside the painting, his body suddenly froze.

There, in the painting, appears a black-haired baby girl sitting on the lap of a man who is also black-haired. Next to the man, a little boy stood up smiling, who was also black-haired. Only the boy smiled, while the man and baby girl did not put on any expression.

'Who's in the painting....'

Pats―!

When a sense of dizziness invaded her head, Stella staggered and almost fell down, fortunately she was able to maintain her body's balance. Just then, again an unknown foreign memory appeared in his head. 

"Where's the baby? I'll make a portrait of the royal family."

A man whose face was blurry was seen in the memory, speaking to a female servant who was also blurry-faced.

"Really, Your Majesty?!"

"It's just a formality. Don't be so happy."

"Yes, Your Majesty! Well, here comes the beautiful Princess Stella!"

"Waa iii? Uwa?"

After that, a tiny purple-eyed baby girl appeared, looking less than a year old. This time the baby's face was not blurry. The cute baby blinked his eyes innocently while facing the man earlier.

"This is His Majesty the King. Father Princess."

"Lad? Yeah?"

"Yes, Princess!"

"Beweengg ... ceek!"

"Giggle!"

"Didn't he just call me "*ngsek"?"

"ahaha. You misheard, Your Majesty. You heard it wrong."

"Ciaaal .. cialaaann!!"

"See that. He even called me "fuck"?"

"ahahaha. N-no way...."

The mood inside the memory was awkward but also harmonious. A moment later, Stella's red eyes flickered as the alien's memory departed.

"H-huh?"

His mouth was open, confused. He focused his eyes and looked at the painting again. His index finger pointed at one of the people in the painting.

"That black-haired baby .. is me?"

It was unbelievable that the tiny baby girl was herself, while her hair was blonde instead of black. This strange thing made him feel confused.

'That's me? But, my hair is blonde not black....'

There must be something he doesn't know. It could be that the baby girl in the painting is another member of her family. Yeah, maybe so.

'But if it was someone else, why would any foreign memories appear in my head?'

The memory that flowed into her head as soon as she saw the painting signified that the black-haired baby inside the painting was herself, who somehow had her hair blond.

"Ah, it feels upset when I can't remember anything. Like a fool."

Stella muttered, letting out her frustration. He closed the red curtain and walked to his bed, lying down.

"Yeah...."

A long sigh gushed out from his mouth as the soft sensation from his padded mattress touched his back, relieving his fatigue from thinking out loud.

"When, yeah, my memory can come back...."

As he thought like that, the sound of the footsteps of several people sounded, then the sound of the door opening took over the girl's attention. Stella immediately sat down, staring at the group of white-clothed people who entered her room. Among those people, there was a man he knew.

"Stella's."

The purple-eyed man called out his name gently.

Stella walked up to him and looked at the people in white clothes vigilantly.

"Who are they, Dad?" ask him unconsciously.

Hearing the last word Stella said, some people looked at each other with shocked faces.

"S-Stella .. Has your memory returned?"

Stella turned her head when her name was called, then shook her head.

"No."

"But you called me dad, didn't you?"

"Yes. Because it looks like we're family."

'Actually because I saw the painting earlier.'

If it is true that the baby girl in the painting is herself, then the purple-eyed man holding the baby is her father. And the man who was now standing in front of him looked similar to the man who was inside the painting.

"Am I wrong?"

"No. You're not wrong. I'm your father, Stella."

The firm face of the man somehow made Stella feel burdened. He tried to ignore the feeling and turned to stare at the group of people in white clothes brought by his father.

"Who are they, Dad?"

"They are witches who will restore your memory, Stella."

"What?"

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it's a bonus for the curious sm Stella's childhood baby (later I make a special episode).

Q: so it turns out that Shavir never met Stella, thor?

A: yes, but Stella did not want because it was a long time ago. indeed you can still see what happened five years ago?:P (roughly the concept hehe)

see you next chapter!! (><) (and once again this chapter so in a day, horeeeee!! it seems like the idea is starting to flow smoothly)

TBCS!