The Tyrant Emperor's Cruel Princess
BLUNTED

The Roseland Empire

Seen in a room that has a light aroma of books and also the aroma of Mint, the aroma favored by the child of the owner of the room.

The room where a man who incidentally is the emperor/pamud/several duren it uses almost all the time spent to take care of all the piles of paper that is getting longer and more. Yes, it is Zaint's workroom.

Zaint the cold man, the sadistic tyrant, the crazy bastard who liked the pool of blood and the pile of corpses, was currently sitting with his still cool hand moving writing each and every stanza of words. He was a bit upset with his only daughter. Moreover, when he had just arrived at his room a message bird came, carrying a message that made him even more annoyed and angry.

Huh, he's tired...

Kenawhy?

At exactly three o'clock in the morning her little girl came with breaths of breath approaching her with a sword in her hand and jumped straight at her and lay down on her thigh raising her hands and blanking her eyes in confusion.

And, hey, it's only three in the morning and she hasn't slept?

"You're not sleeping? Said you wanted to sleep?" asked Zaint slightly lowered his head then rubbed his son's messy bangs.

"Hum! I can't sleep, I'm having weird dreams again! Make it upset :j" said Arya pouting.

"Hm? What's?" Zaint furrowed his brows then raised next to his eyebrows in astonishment.

"Dad knows, I'm being chased by a big ball of fur on top of which is you! Then the room turned white and.." when he told me he was a little pale. But, when he wanted to continue what he wanted to say he suddenly flinched.

What the hell?!

He dreams of someone he doesn't want to remember.

****!!!

"And? What's?" asked Zaint curiously

"Ah? No papa, hehe!" sahur Arya.

"Then... Why are you carrying a sword? You want to cut people?" zaint asked glanced at the sword Arya threw on the floor when she jumped earlier.

"Oh that, I wanted to practice but I immediately changed my mind and came straight here" Arya replied without any burden. He fixed his sleeping position.

"Then, what is my connection to the fur ball you have in your dreams?" zaint asked, piercing Arya's cheek a little anxious, while the master looked resentfully at her.

"Hm, because that ball of feathers is a cuckoo and you are too.... An.. Jing...?" arya played her voice at the end.

The movement of Zaint's hand that was piercing his son's cheek immediately stopped. The more days his son looks more like a demon, right?

"if I am anj*ng then you are also anj*ng's son!" zaint said with his smirk.

"I'm not your son!" sahut Arya immediately got up and took his sword. "I'll go first, Farel will be waiting for me!"

Zaint slightly glanced at his son's back and slightly frowned.

He's down.

"I didn't expect that, you're my son, you... My daughter... ? Just... Belonging... I...?" said Zaint faintly.

Even though he said that but his heart was still riled up. The message the bird carried made him very worried.

His only treasure is his son. The more he thought the more angry he was.

And so he sent the shadow guards and some bodyguards to follow his son silently.

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The Night Palace...

Lina slightly lowered her head dreamily. All day long she thought about what the little girl who was being served by her said.

After finishing sparing with Farel, Arya went straight to her room and cleaned her body.

When Lina saw Arya who just kept furrowing her brows, it made her worry.

When Arya faced him the girl's face was very serious.

For him, if the girl had looked serious then he would have been a very opposite person.

Lina furrowed her brows and touched Arya's gloomy-looking face.

Arya rubbed her face in Lina's hands.

"Lina's? I should have been father's son and.... Mothers... Don't you?" ask the girl doubt.

Lina's pupils shrank and quickly cupped Arya's head.

"What do you mean, Princess?! Why do you say that?!" lina said in disbelief.

"Em, no, hehe!" Arya released Lina's hand which cupped her cheek earlier. "Hm, ah, I have to go now to meet the others, drug Lina!" Arya immediately ran away to meet all her friends.

Actually when he came out of his father's study he accidentally heard his father's shrill voice and he was a bit confused. But, the more thought out, it became increasingly a big question mark on his head.

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The temperature there actually fell to its lowest point after the admission of Feron's mother, Lidya.

Her mother bluntly mentioned If from today, this hour, this minute, and this second also she will raise Arya as her adopted child.

The still-unbelieving ferron pinched Lili's arm until the owner of the hand grimaced in pain.

"It doesn't hurt, it must be a dream!?" said Feron who was rewarded with punches and slaps from Lili.

"Idiot!! Brain ants!! Yes, it does not hurt!! The one you pinched was me, shalan!!!" lili said fatly and continued to pinch Feron's arm while in a swivel.

"Uh, sorry! Hehe" said Feron with a cry. She rubbed the place where Lili pinched her.

It's more like being ripped apart than being pinched!!!

Arya smiled, then suddenly she thought of something.

"Friends, aren't there soon to be an event in the Jaeyang Empire? Isn't there a show?" arya asked looking at all her friends.

"Yes, and it's a place for young ladies and lords or young nobles to show their talents and abilities in a field that attracts others" Kelion explained and all listened quietly.

"So... Us either?" sahut Feron pointed to himself and Arya.

Kelion nodded: "yes, if you want, otherwise it doesn't matter!" kelion shrugged his shoulders.

"I can do a neat dance that needs a partner of two or three people" said Arya scratching the nape of his neck.

"Hm? What dance is it?" delvan asked raising his eyebrows.

Oh yes forgot, so they were again sitting in the garden gazebo which was very spacious. Sit round on a flat round table.

"Shuffle dance! Dances that start with a slow to fast tempo! The movement of the feet and hands follows the rhythm of music! Dances that require good concentration to perform! How's it?!" when talking Arya is very excited even her cheeks until there is a tinge of facial hue.

"It looks difficult?" said Feron tilting his head.

"No really! Waita minute!" Arya stood up and went to her room to change clothes.

When he came back he did not run or walk but teleported straight away.

"Wear pants?" asked Feron raising his eyebrows.

"Yes, yes, wear a dress! Fly guys later! Haha" Arya replied with a light laugh.

Arya begins to position herself, and steps her feet with certainty to begin her dance.

Everyone just watched and...

It turns out they were really dumb.

Aryan movements that initially only flowed casually the longer it even faster. His deft footsteps also looked very beautiful. Well, maybe because of his sword practice which does require the strength of his hands and feet as a foothold.

Shortly after, Arya completed her movements by kneeling on one leg with one hand resting on the ground.

"Huf... Like that" said Arya felt her legs that turned out to feel like swaying on jelly.

Maybe the effect of never moving the foot with a flexible movement so.

"A movement that looks like a torturous movement? How's it goosebumps?" lili said a little muttering. He saw the movement of Arya's legs and he was stunned. He knows enough if such foot movements not only rely on the flexibility of the legs but also the beauty of the contortion of each movement.

"It was difficult at first but if it is diligent and studied in earnest it will certainly be able to!" sahut Arya when he managed to sit next to Lili. His feet are normal again.

"Well, if you can't, I'll help you!" feron said confidently to Lili. And the madness again was LILI NODDING!!!?

"Hm? How is something strange? You two are actually friends or opponents anyway? Can I change that apparently?" arya asked a little funny.

How not funny, two people who some time ago hit each other and pinch now there has been a reform that is too significant. Arya so hard to say what she already almost wanted to say.

"Biasalah~ Emilly's a little troubled!" sahut Delvan with his relaxed.

"Well, not much different from Feron" said Kelion, who had his own son.

"The two of you, call your own family, haha!" Arya shook her head in disbelief.

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