The Reincarnation Of The Poor Princess
The Ninety One (91)

Surprised, Stella was speechless. He only looked at his father and the group of people in white clothes in turn.

'Return my memories?'

Can someone's memory return so quickly? This is unbelievable.

Stella doesn't know what to do. Unknowingly her little body was hiding behind King Shavir. The man felt a small touch behind him and turned his head, looking at the girl.

"Style? What's up?"

'Why, huh? I feel like I should stay away from those people....'

He felt an uneasy premonition, let alone this matter concerning his memory. Stella knew that her father could not possibly bring dangerous people or those with malicious intentions, but she could not stop his vigilance against those strangers. They are too suspicious to be trusted.

"It's okay."

Just then, he felt the touch of someone's hand pat his head. Stella looked up, looking up at her father's purple eyes.

"They will restore your memory. So it's okay, Stella."

"REally...?" ask her doubtfully.

"Yes." Yeah."

Stella looked at the black-haired man for a moment, after which turned her gaze towards those white-clothed people. After which, someone among them walked towards him. The woman's light purple hair reminded Stella of the lavender flowers, then the orange eyes showed a sincere tenderness, no lies or falsehood in her eyes. It was pure good intentions.

"Mr Princess," called the person over and crouched down in front of him, he smiled warmly. "I'm Azalea Orma. Master of magic Princess."

"Teacher?"

'And magic?'

Azalea nodded. He grabbed Stella's hand and grabbed it.

"Allow me and my friends to restore the memory of the Princess. You can trust me because we knew each other before" he said, which inexplicably sounded persuasive. "Aren't you curious about what you're forgetting? Maybe that's a very important thing."

'Something I forgot ... and felt very important.'

Stella's little heart was moved by the orange-eyed woman's sweet persuasion. His red eyes showed interest in what Azalea said. Seeing that, Azalea smiled and continued her persuasion.

"If the Princess gives us permission, then your memory will return. Does the Princess not want that to happen?"

Stella wanted to answer "yes" but then stopped. He looked around him. The reactions of those around him showed signs of hope. They stared at him intensely, as if urging him to approve Azalea's remark. Even his father was looking at him with such a look. Their strange reaction made Stella feel suspicious.

'They should be worried, right? Because this experiment could have failed.'

Stella looked at Azalea, who was smiling confidently.

'But they acted as if my memory would return smoothly without fail.'

It was strange when his feelings were unceasingly wary of the people who came to see him, even though he was sure that they were good people.

"Stella?"

"Mr Princess?"

Two different people called him. Stella looked at her father and her magic teacher. His little hands clenched.

'Because I believe you....'

"Yes. I want my memory back!"

After he said so, his father's expression looked bright, as did Azalea and the people around him.

Stella smiled innocently at them, hiding her heart.

'Please don't break my trust.'

...―――...

The blonde-haired girl sat on her bed, her eyes closed.

Meanwhile, Azalea and the other witches were standing around Stella, while King Shavir was watching them in the doorway of the room. After everyone felt that their preparations were done, the witches looked at each other and gave a small nod. They started reciting spells.

Criyig!

White magic circles appeared under their feet, circling around. Then the same white magic circle with a small shape appeared above the head of the princess, it was also circling around.

Right at that moment, a light blue light surrounded them, then entered Stella's head like flowing water.

They were in that position long enough. Until finally the blue light, which had fully entered Stella's head, disappeared without leaving a trace.

The witches exclaimed inwardly, smiling proudly, as did Azalea. Since this was the first time they had tried this magic, arguably its success rate was almost impossible. However, it was unexpected that they were successful even on the first try.

Wuuungg!

The white magic circle spun again and disappeared, as did the one above Stella's head. After which, Stella's closed eyelids slowly opened, revealing her red eyes in a different atmosphere.

Sending false memories to the princess was done.

They thought that their task was done because Stella had already received the false memories. They also thought that in this way, the princess would open her heart completely to her family, in contrast to her attitude first.

But in fact, their minds are wrong.

Stella is more suspicious than ever.

'Who is this person in memory? I guess I've never behaved like that. Moreover, none of these memories were the same as those foreign memories.'

Stella's red eyes showed great suspicion that no one knew about.

...―――...

"Where is he?"

"He's in the Magic Prison, Your Honor. The witches have already sealed it, but it won't last for more than five days" Creed explained as he followed his master's footsteps leading to the Magic Prison. "If he is very strong, then the magic seal will be easily broken."

"so."

"really. That's why we have to make good use of the time before he runs away."

A small grin formed on the handsome face of King Shavir.

"But I believe that my Magic Prison can seal that baj*in that for five days."

'As far as you are concerned, the important thing is that I have warned you not to rely too much on that magic prison, ' Creed's inner self with a dissatisfied look was fixed on his master.

He only dared to express his opinion in his heart because he knew that the current mood of the king was not good.

'What fool would be so bold as to seek death by making the Princess hurt? You piece of trash, ' said the knight, annoyed by the foolish actions of the man now behind bars. 'It is no wonder that His Majesty directly intervened by imprisoning the baj*ngan in the Magic Prison.'

As the name implies, "Magic Prison" is a place for people who have magic power to be punished for already abusing his magic power or injuring a member of the royal family.

The prison is located in the most remote basement and is separate from the other prisons. And the one who could enter this prison was only a member of the royal family.

The Magic Prison was also equipped with powerful magic that had existed since this prison was built, coming from the 1st King of Evergard.

Normally, the magic sealing a prisoner inside the Magic Prison could not be broken. However, there is one exception. That magic could easily be broken if the captive had magic stronger than the magic of the 1st King of Evergard.

And the only person who could break that magic was a person who came from a noble family of magicians.

Drkkp!

The basement door to the Magic Prison opens when the magic protecting the prison verifies King Shavir as a member of the royal family.

"I'll wait here, Your Majesty."

Creed stopped walking and waited near the door, knowing that he could not get in there.

"Please be careful."

"Yes." Yeah."

As soon as King Shavir entered the place, the door of the dungeon closed again.

Inside, wooden torches placed with a wide enough distance were taped to the walls of the room, producing a faint light of light.

The smell of smoke wafted as he passed through the place, yet it did not bother him. His purple eyes were fixated on a large iron bars located far in front of him. That's where the Magic Prison is.

It didn't take long, King Shavir finally arrived in front of the Magic Prison. His purple eyes flashed, staring coldly at a man chained inside there.

"Hey. Still alive?"

No answer came, but King Shavir saw the dark red-haired man raising his head. Two pairs of eyes of different colors look at each other. Then a wide grin formed on the skinny face of the red-eyed man.

"Hello, Your Majesty. How's your daughter doing? Is he dead?"

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TBCS!