The Tyrant Emperor's Cruel Princess
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⚠ RADA GAJE

Arya and Aryan arrive at a place that looks familiar but unfamiliar. They both stayed silent where they arrived.

Surprisingly, their practice has changed and does not look like the beginning anymore. Is that her grandfather's magic? Any timing? Shouldn't it need to be changed? Cute know not the animal clothes.

"By the way, Aryan, are we asking how old you are?"

Aryan shook his head.

Duakhs....

Arya gasped as she saw a body hovering between them.

"I told you, don't insult my mother" a cold, magnetic voice passed through both of their ears quite clearly.

"Well! Damn it, then what if I insult your mother?"

Bugh... Arya stomped on the child's face until she fainted. Insulting a mother in front of a motherless person is completely immoral!!

Arya turned her head towards the sound in front and she froze. Who's that scary kid? He looks the same age as them.

Aryan was protecting Arya when suddenly the boy approached.

"Who are you?"

"Human, human, living, breathing creature, the pig of a cat, father's most beautiful and handsome son!" arya replied without hesitation.

Oh come on now even Aryan who is embarrassed to hear Aryan's words. Why at this time even use strange logic. Why not just name it??

"I'm not kidding!" the boy growled in annoyance.

"I'm also seriously an-" Aryan's mouth was puffed up by Aryan for almost calling a rude swearing.

A few moments later....

"So, you're lost?"

"Yes"

"You think I'll believe it?"

"Eh, what?"

"The most unique characteristic of the family of wealth is blood and appearance. Your looks are exactly the same"

"The more concentrated the blood relationship, the more similar the characteristics of a person"

Zaint did not look alert but also could not be called too relaxed. He remains cautious but is not shown.

"Your looks are the same, except for a different hairstyle, you twins?"

Uh, yeah... Can't you say so either...??? But for this situation, say it like that!

"Yes"

"How prince? I just saw you guys for the first time"

Arya was silent and turned towards Aryan who was slightly showing a face of wet sweat. What do they have to answer??? No one said that Zaint was a poor boy, ehh!! And is Zaint blind? Arya was currently wearing an oversize outfit, was it really invisible??

"Huf... We told you, we're lost! We have nothing to do with this Empire!!"

"That means you're intruders?"

"With bang-!!" again Aryan silenced Aryan's mouth.

"And I told you not to use harsh words!!?"

"Sorry, disappointment!"

Zaint walked towards a place that looked like a small garden. It was a beautiful place, lots of flowers and some gazebo building in the middle of the garden.

Arya raised her head. A fine wind blew against his snow-white face. Her eyelashes are plump and her lips are cherry red. His long hair was slightly exposed out of his jacket.

Zaint was stunned for a moment looking at Arya's face that looked no burden. Her.. He had lived in the palace all this time but he had never seen anyone who had such a relaxed face.

Especially when looking at Aryan who looks like a sleep-deprived person. He seems a bit... Recognize? I don't know how it feels to see myself.

Arya twisted her body and pulled Aryan closer to her.

"Now I remember this place! It's the Night Palace!!" arya exclaimed, her face looking happy.

Aryan nodded slowly.

Sreeek...

Zaint turned his head reflexively when he heard the sound from the direction of the bushes.

A while later there were those coming out from the direction of the bushes directly attacking Zaint.

Pangs... The sound of a knife that just collided with something. Arya turned the knife forty-five degrees on the x axis forming a diagonal line, aka pulling the knife from the bottom up in a certain slope to block his opponent.

"Hey, please don't bother anyone else huh, satan!!" arya smiled sweetly. He pressed the words finally.

"Ar, don't curse!" for the umpteenth time Aryan commemorates the same to Aryan.

"yes, maa--, oh?"

Splashh... Blood flowed from Aryan's face which someone suddenly attacked.

"Basic.... Baj*ng*n bed*bah si*lan! You are dead a*j*ng!!" maki Aryan to the person who just injured her.

"He said not to be rude, but he himself was the worst" Arya murmured.

Look how many swear words there are in that boy's words!!

"You two stop!" said Zaint broke up the two-man fight with each other's opponents.

"Well, Zaint you even have a personal guard, huh?" ridicule someone with his arrogant face.

Arya threw her opponent's hand and immediately stood beside Zaint.

"Your eyes! I'm not her guard, I know her friends!!"

Aryan pulled Arya a little, her body was pretty much splashed with blood especially her hands and face made Arya ilfeel.

She hated the splashing blood, it was hard to remove and her scent was fishy.

"Why?"

"My company changed clothes"

Arya tilted her head, "are you sane?"

"Hurry up! It's sticky" said Aryan looks uncomfortable, Arya involuntarily creeps at the sticky blood.

Amused ce'!

"But." Arya's words stopped when she saw the two people who had just come.

"We salute the Imperial rose!!" everyone lowered their heads when they saw the two people except Arya and Aryan.

"What's this?" ask the front man. His face was white and young he was the 11th Emperor or could also be called his father Zaint. His face is so young!

"Loh, have you guys arrived yet? Why come straight here!?" ask someone, it's Grandpa Damien.

"Are you sure that's a question?" aryan sarcasm. Wasn't that old man who sent them to that place? Why is it still??

Grandpa Damien furrowed his brows staring at Aryan from top to bottom.

"Haah, Arya give your jacket to Aryan!" he helplessly shook his head.

Arya turned towards Aryan and looked at his jacket. "I don't want to, his body has a lot of blood!!"

Aryan stared lazily Arya in front of him then took off his clothes in front of many people who watched.

"Woy-woy stop, hey!! How come he's not here??" yelled Arya annoyed.

"Where else do you want?"

"Gfia"

"Hey two boys! Come with me!" grandpa Damien's orders revolved around the body. Really am! It felt like he wanted to throw away those two random children

Arya follows while taking off her jacket and gives it to Aryan with a heavy heart.

At that time everyone was aware of the clothes Arya was wearing. Casual clothes, really Aryan style when outside the Palace. No, that's not the problem! But the main problem is that Arya uses oversize clothes that are not up to the lower thigh.

"Grandfather!!" arya shouted to see Grandpa Damien had already walked quite a distance.

Aryan twisted his body, he looked at everyone who was fixated on the spot.

"What's? Do you think Arya is a man? She's a girl! Don't look at him like that! I'll take out one of your eyes!!" Aryan gave a warning before he darted after Arya and Grandpa Damien.

The 11th Emperor blinked his emerald green eyes and he could not think properly. All she knew were that all the princes were men, was there any empress who gave birth to a daughter?

Zaint stared blankly at Aryan's already lost shadow. He felt a familiar feeling upon hearing Aryan's warning. Like the... He had heard that phrase many times.

^^^(His dejavu is a father)^^

Arya asks for a carry on Aryan on the back and is immediately followed. Now the main problem is that the pants worn by Arya look very short.

Everyone turned their faces. They still have manners.

"Hra-tsa-tsa, it's ripe-but dilla barits tad dillan deh lando.

Aba rippadta parip parii ba ribi, ribi, ribiriz den teahlando" cried Arya quite loudly. He hummed with great enthusiasm. Everyone who heard him reflexively turned to him. Many servants who saw him and all his charmed with the faces of Arya and Aryan who look foreign.

Aryan breathed his tired breath. He feels like he wants to sleep.

Damien's grandfather rubbed Aryan's head and raised Aryan's body. He put the girl's feet on the ground and let her walk on her own. The middle-aged man was holding Aryan who looked sleepy heavily on his back.

Damien's grandfather was already known as a 'good'(?) person by everyone, the proof is that she 'likes' her grandchildren. He likes kids' 'strong' talent, it can be brain or muscle. And it just so happens that his grandchildren are master of both, superior in terms of brain (academic) and muscle (nonacademic)

^^^(Grandson \=> Zaint,, Tweets \= Arya & Aryan)^^

Arya continued to hum along the way. There were four songs that he sang from the beginning. Look at Aryan who has entered the dreamland, really sound sleep.

He stopped as Damien's grandfather covered his mouth with an index finger. After he looked around, there was someone at the door.

Hm? A chick?

Arya retreated behind her great-grandfather in one big step. His aura could not be detected. The girl narrowed her eyes sharply, the woman was beautiful but a little old.

"Damien? Who did you bring? As I recall you don't have grandchildren like them?" said the woman looked at Arya and Aryan alternately.

The woman had blond hair with a pair of deep sea blue eyes. Hmmmm, what a beauty!!! Must be when young he was the dream of men!!

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Actually there are still 3 more, but wait to finish reviewing first. Sorry lazy ehe title