The Reincarnation Of The Poor Princess
The Ninety Three (93)

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"Mr Princess, this is your favorite bronis!"

"This is the green tea you always drink, Princess!"

"I brought a lot of new books today, Princess! You, don't you, like to read."

The servants swarmed the little princess while giving away the items they had brought.

The white table in the garden was instantly converted into a study room. A pile of magic books and paper and a black inked pen were placed by Suzy there. Bonnie brings a brown conch while Luca serves green tea to Stella. They work in a short time.

Stella was amazed in her heart when she saw them working without disturbing her and very neat. He was determined to suspect everyone he came into contact with, but somehow the three servants presented a happy and warm feeling in his heart.

'They probably don't know anything about why my memory can be lost.'

After the departure of her three servants, Stella agreed to her own words. He thought that perhaps his closest servants were told by the king or the prince that he had lost his memory, but it must not be explained why his memory could be lost.

'Because they're just servants.'

That reason was enough to keep them from being told anything.

'And I'm sure Dad told them to behave naturally while taking care of me.'

"Yes already. They don't need me to investigate" Stella said, taking a paper and pen and writing a list of people she should investigate.

He just made it now because he was preoccupied with the recovery period. Stella stopped writing when she saw the results.

"Wait, what is this writing?"

There were strange letters that looked simple on the paper. At that moment Stella's forehead was wrinkled. During the recovery period, he stayed in the room a lot and removed his boredom by reading books. And the complicated letters he usually sees in books are different from the simple letters he just made.

"But how can I read?"

Stella tilted her head while thinking. He could not be wrong if his heart could read the letters and his mind understood what the letters meant. Even his own hands were writing with such letters, as if accustomed.

"Is this writing some kind of code I used to make?" The trap began to deviate, but the girl nodded seriously as if to assume that it was true. "Yes. Could be. I guess I'm the only one who can read."

'Is this not good?'

A wide smile began to expand on her sweet face.

'I was once brilliant!'

Stella wrote all her suspicions and conjectures with a burning spirit. His hands moved swiftly on the paper. Sometimes he himself was amazed by the greatness of his writing. Everything was going well, until someone came along.

"Mr Princess."

Stella's hand stopped. The paper contained his writing immediately he hid it under another paper naturally. Then he put down his pen and smiled.

"Hello!"

"It's nice to meet you too. I salute Princess Stella. May the Kingdom of Evergard always be blessed." 

The one who gave the greeting was a light blue haired man wearing a knight uniform. Stella knew him yesterday. And he's on his list of suspicious people.

"His Majesty the King calls you. I'll take you there" Creed said with a gentle smile.

"Now?"

'But he, 'can he come here.'

Stella complains in her heart. He also did not know why he was reluctant to meet his own father.

"Yes, Princess. It seems like there's something important to talk about."

"Then I want to see you now!"

'For now just smile, deh.'

Stella tidied the papers on the table and jumped down from her chair. He walked first followed by Creed to the king's office.

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Geck, tok.

A knocking sound was heard from the direction of the door.

"Your Majesty, the Princess is here."

"Come in."

The office door opens, showing a neatly arranged room design and giving the impression of comfort rather than luxury. In the middle of the room facing the door, a man sat, surrounded by piles of papers on either side.

"Dad!"

A pair of little legs of Stella ran towards King Shavir. His face was smiling as cheerfully as ever. Her flower-themed dress made her look like a chick running towards her mother.

"Come here, Stella."

Stella approached, and King Shavir lifted the girl up and placed her in his lap.

"Dad, Dad. Why are you looking for me?" Stella asked innocently and blinked her red eyes, then pretended to be interested in the papers on the table. "This is Dad's job? Uwah, a lot."

"Yes. It's myjob. And there's something I have to give."

One of King Shavir's hands reached out to the shelf on his desk and opened it. The sound of the shelves being pulled rang out and inside was a pink book.

King Shavir took the book and gave it to Stella.

"It."

Stella accepts, stares at the book and turns to her father. "Fairybook?"

Stella looked at him confused, but did not dare to ask because she did not know what to say. The pink-coated book in his hand did look familiar, but he still did not know what this book was.

King Shavir, who noticed Stella's movements constantly staring at the pink book without saying anything, then said, "Your mother said this is "Book of Destiny"."

'The Book of Destiny?'

The strange name was attached to Stella's head. Just this time he heard the name of a very strange book. Not a fairy tale, novel, diary, or notebook, but the Book of Destiny?

Just then, his head felt throbbing due to the sudden pain that appeared.

"Ughhh!"

Stella groaned while holding her head.

"Style? Stella!"

The voice of a call from someone who seemed to be King Shavir did not enter his five senses at all. Everything was blocked by a soft voice that controlled his mind.

"My grandchild."

A more painful pain shook his head. It felt as if a blunt object hit his head. The vague face of a bearded man instantly flashed in his mind.

"Today, this book is yours, take good care."

Then there was the sound of a small crack in his memory.

'It hurts!!'

The memory in which a black-haired man shouted calling out his name frantically was Stella's last consciousness before she fell into the darkness.

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"Son."

There was a sweet and warm voice of someone from beside him. The soft caress on his head woke Stella from her stings. His eyes that were not yet fully open were observing the surroundings.

"Hurry to heal. So that we may meet soon."

The voice sounded again. Finally Stella opened her eyes and hurriedly got up. His red eyes opened completely when faced with a woman sitting beside him. The woman's jewel-like blue eyes formed a crescent moon as she smiled.

"Mother is happy to meet you even in a dream, my beloved daughter."

'Mother...? Mother...! My mom?!'

Stella's breath is irregular. His heart suddenly went crazy. He looked at the woman beside him intensely. All feelings were revealed in her slowly teary red eyes.

"Th-mother!"

"Yes, Son. It's Mom." The woman hugged Stella tightly. A sincere smile formed on his face, while his eyes shed tears. "Sorry to visit you now. I'm glad your daughter's grown up."

"Mother! Huuwah! Mama!"

For some reason, Stella's tears spilled and flowed. An inexplicable longing crept into his heart and made him emotional.

"Keep growing healthy and heal fast. And please take care of Dhemiel for Mom, okay? Then, don't be too closed to your father. Open the door of your heart to those who are trying to change. Can, right?"

Those were the words of a mother who could only meet her daughter in a dream. In an instant, the cool flower field changed into a room space.

"Huh!"

Stella's pomegranate-red eyes opened accompanied by her irregular breathing. Her face felt wet and damp because of the tears that spilled too much from her eyelids.

"Stella!"

Two different people called out his name anxiously. The figure of a tall man and a boy approached him. The worried expressions on their faces made Stella mute.

"You okay? Is there anything that hurts?" King Shavir asked as his hands touched his daughter's forehead and neck, then called for a doctor. "Bring the doctors! Hurry along!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

A person's obedient cry sounded from outside the room in return.

"Is your head hurting? Say something, Stella. I'm getting anxious." Dhemiel panicked himself and shook one of his sister's hands, which of course had no effect on Stella as the shock was not felt. "You were crying but not waking up. I panicked and Dad was like crazy."

"When am I?"

"Thus. Dad don't remember? It's a liar."

"You even cursed the doctors. The crown prince shouldn't have behaved like that."

"What, anyway. I'm better. Dad threatened to chop off their heads, didn't he?"

"...."

"Heheh. I won."

Seeing the casual interaction between them, Stella's mind went blank. The last words of someone claiming to be his mother came to his mind. A feeling of uneasiness and doubt filled his conscience.

'What should I choose....'

Stella's little hands clenched.

'Keep pretending to love them while secretly suspecting or...open my heart to them and truly love them?'

That difficult choice became the first part of Princess Stella's new life.

The 6th spring of Stella came and changed into the 8th autumn. Time goes by quickly. Three years passed by briefly. Today is fifteen days before the 9th birthday of the First Princess of Evergard Kingdom.

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sorry ga update for a long time. turned out to be a high school boy that busy😭

TBCS!