The Tyrant Emperor's Cruel Princess
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⚠ RANDOM SEVERE

The woman with the milk coffee skin had the name Cyrille, the one who gave birth to Zaint. She was a noble child who became a concubine in the imperial palace.

The woman has a gentle and sweet nature. But because of its nature, many people use it. Especially family. He was not the only child but the third of four children. His first brother was the man who would become the heir of the family, his second brother was an engaged woman, while the youngest child was a boy as well, the second brother was an engaged woman, without a heavy heart his father and mother directed their daughter to save their family...!

^^^(Family that is not cool is °_°)^^^

Madam Cyrille takes Arya into the night palace and gives her some snacks.

Arya slightly glanced at the waiter who put the food tray a little rough. Looks like he'll mess up if he reprimands it. But if not reprimanded, he can torture himself.

"Hey, you know what the word 'guest is king' means'?" sindir Arya took a snack on a serving plate.

The waiter looked at Arya a little cynically. Arya smiled silently.

Curiosity prying his eyes servant _________________________________________________ for prying his eyes

The girl breathed out slowly. Honestly, he was maintaining the mood of the woman in front of him who in fact was his grandmother.

"I'm sorry if I offended you, miss" the waiter bowed but Arya could still see the belittling smile of the waiter.

Aggghhhh!!! Lookie!! See that waitress' face?!! Wanted to be scratched indeed!!!

"Son, what's your name?" ask Madam Cyrille with a slightly crossed sitting position.

"Arya, my name is Arya!!" arya answered quickly.

"Oh, that name is good!"

"Thank you! Dad who gave it" though when giving his name was tense atmosphere anyway?

"Is dad... Emperor?" madam Cyrille asked hesitantly. He hesitated because the 'color' was the color of the Empire. And his aura also felt very thick

"Hmm, ye-ah? Looks like...?" arya answered feeling strange herself. His father was the emperor, but not the present emperor.

"Um... Are you a prince disguised in a girl's outfit???" madam Cyrille asked in surprise.

Ok now look at Arya's frozen face and can't find it. Her... More surprised to hear the words of his own grandmother.

"Madam!! Please don't say that!! I am a real woman!! The oath!! From birth to birth, I am a woman!!! Do I have to use my birth certificate as proof!!!?" deny Arya who stood up immediately. She was originally a pure woman with nothing to change! Yes times changed gender, just imagining it feels like his stomach is stirred.

"Oh so"

"Ekh, 'oh so' doang? So outrageous!!" it felt like Arya could cry blood if the conversation continued.

"Huft, let me just reintroduce" after Arya woke up and lowered her head.

"My name is Aryalania Frosen Alexander Roseland, soon 9 years old, born 1 month 8, 137 cm(?) tall, weighs 35 kg, and I am not the son of the current emperor, he said, I was the only child of another emperor later, and most importantly I was born without any half-siblings or siblings, real only children!"

^^^(The rich son of Holang!) ^^^

When Arya introduced herself, there was no one else but them in the room. So secure.

"A-single child? Heir to the throne...?!" again, once again Madam Cyrille was shocked to hear Aryan's confession. His face looks pale.

Arya sat back and took a snack on the table, a snack that had not previously been eaten by him.

Tuk, yoke... Arya was silent, staring at the cake in her hand.

Yaya cake cake nji*!!

^^^(Serial Bobo*bo*) ^^^

That loud!! Could have broken his teeth woy!! Hah, he remembered the times when his teeth were broken first. Uh, shameful half-dead.

He put the cake back in his pocket. It is impolite to put the cake that has been taken back on the serving plate.

"I, heir? Don't know yet, because my father was so annoying, he was called a tyrant, do you know(?) my father won the war in less than a week. The great war took only 2 years, I remember when I was 3 years old my father went to war, 2 years later came home to victory" Arya even confided in a few words that vaguely described that she felt proud of her own father.

Madam Cyrille looked at Arya with interest, there was a very passive child talking like her...!

Aryan eyes curve to form a beautiful curve with eyelashes adorning them.

The door was opened by a boy in front of him. Arya looked up and greeted him.

"Bobber!"

Zaint quietly stared at the girl he had seen with his mother.

Isn't that girl always with the pillow-faced boy?

"Who are you really? Why is it here?"

"Who are you?" ask Zaint once more. Her tone is very cold.

"But! Whatever I want, you should know?" reply Arya very indifferent.

Madam Cyrille tried to hurt the two children.

"Didn't mother know that the child was also the grandson of the former Emperor?" zaint pointed to Arya.

Madam Cyrille looked at Arya in shock, saying she was not the emperor's son??!

Arya was annoyed again, "he's my great-grandfather! Not grandpa!! I called him grandfather because it was too long if I had to call him 'grandfather'!!!"

"Don't joke, not a single prince is married and has children, you know!!" sangkal Zaint pointed at Arya.

Arya who was like being accused who was not-not only able to retaliate against her potluck, "not now! But my father is Damien's grandfather's grandson!!"

"What exactly?" said Zaint with a defiant face

"If I told you it was you, would you believe it? No, no need to go!!" arya's reply was a little spicy.

The two people in front of him were silent, and Cyrille who tried to break up the two children froze on the spot. Zaint scrunched his forehead disliking.

"I'd kill you if I really had a kid like you!" look at the lips of the boy who grinned evilly.

Arya did not want to lose, she folded her hands and smiled, "y~ you will also do that, but~ when you see your child, you will definitely melt!!" he recalled that when he was first born as a baby, his father strangled him, even though it looked like a bluff, it was really painful because the sensation of his rough gloves was still felt today.

"That's impossible!"

"Ya~ who knows??"

The two of them faced each other with Arya who had the same height as Zaint.

"You know one thing?" arya asked turning her body.

"..."

"**QUANT**!! I am your son in the future... Why did you let me live to 9 years? When you saw me as a child, it was like seeing a disgrace? Why are you teaching me so much?" arya asked with emphasis at the beginning of her sentence. He expressed the question in him to his father who still looks "spoken' imaginatively.

" that's impossible for you to know! I'm not getting married! If I really did that, it might be because I wanted to play around with you!" zaint replied with a strange look.

Madam Cyrille turned her head quickly towards her son. Her... I didn't think his son would say that. Although he knew that his son was very brash, but this was the first time he saw his son saying such a harsh word, let alone that his interlocutor was a girl??.

Arya raised her head to the side. He laughed out loud. Really do... Irritating! :):

The girl turned to face her father who was in the younger version with a very blank look.

Removing the magic on his neck that covered the blackened wound on the neck due to the black magic of an unknown person.

"I didn't tell my father because he would be very angry" Arya said, sitting on the sofa facing two people.

"I... It seems to be born weak.... He said the Roselans were immune to all sorts of diseases and injuries, but I was wounded by black magic, wounds... Because of my own negligence"

Zaint silently focused his eyes on the strange wound on the boy's neck. It looks like a palm, right? Is the mark strangled?

"Why did that happen?" asked Zaint in a tone that suddenly eased. Oh does she feel bad?

"Oh, did I mention that I have two continental friends (Feron, Hansel)?"

"Huh?"

"When I came back from Ruffela Empire, I got a surprise attack by a stranger and this wound was made" Arya said as briefly as possible.

"You have a relationship with Ruffela Empire?" zaint asked confusedly.

"Ah, empress Ruffela is my adoptive mother" Arya replied giving her thumbs up.

"What?"

"That's Emperor Kelion's wife"

"What do you mean, Emperor Kelion who? That person was even almost eliminated from his family, how could he be the Emperor, he was only 16 years old"

"Huh? What is impossible? You only ascended the throne in 17 years!" arya replied lazily. He suddenly wanted to sleep.

Ok, Arya's speech is like a bomb she just threw. That's... Is a big spoiler in the life of Zaint and his mother.

"Are you bil-!" unfinished Zaint wants to protest, Arya instead leaves with her teleporting magic.

By the way, Arya seems to have a new grudge for the servants in the Night Palace, how dare they serve snacks that are as hard as that stone (╬ ⁇ )