The Reincarnation Of The Poor Princess
Fifty Seven (57)

The sound of someone's footsteps rang out in the hallway of Duke Fictin's residence.

"Hm, hm~ Hm, hm~"

He hummed cheerfully. Her hair swayed every time she walked. Her green, leaf-like eyes stared ahead with excited gazes.

It didn't take long, he finally reached the dining room door. Immediately, two servants opened the large door, revealing a couple and a harmonious feel around them. It's a very rare sight.

"Dad! Mama!" Xylia called out to them with a bright face. A big smile appeared on his face. He ran with his little legs, approaching his parents. "Are we going to have lunch together? Really?"

"Of course." The answer is Levon. He smiled broadly. His eyes looked at Daneen who was sitting next to him. "I feel like I've been ignoring you all along because I've been busy fulfilling my ambitions. I'm really sorry. I'm really sorry."

Daneen shook her head and grabbed her husband's hand. "I'm glad you know your mistake. I've forgiven you," he said sincerely with a smile. 

Standing beside Levon, Xylia nodded and comforted her father. "Yes, Dad, it's okay. Xylia forgave Dad too!"

Hearing that, Levon widened his smile even more. He then grabbed Xylia's tiny body, lifted her up, and sat the blond girl on her lap.

"Let's eat together."

"really. Let's eat."

Daneen deftly took the plate that had been filled with his homemade food and placed it in front of Xylia. Then Levon scoops the food on the plate and makes a sound.

"Let's open your mouth, Xylia."

"Dad's gonna bribe me?"

"Of course."

"All right!"

Xylia opened her mouth and chewed the food that went into her mouth. His face looks radiant. Daneen who saw them immediately smiled happily.

If this were to happen every day, I would probably feel very happy.

"Oh, yes." Levon looked at his wife as he asked, "Can I take Xylia's blood?"

Daneen's expression instantly hardened. His smile instantly disappeared. "For what?" The woman asked back in a cold tone.

"Why is your reaction so cold?" Levon looked calm, as if he had predicted his wife's reaction. The man smiled as he explained, "I want to create protective magic for Xylia. At the three great celebrations that were about to happen in a moment, I was sure that some enemies of His Majesty the King would target Xylia, so I was thinking of making a protective magic that protected Xylia."

Daneen. She looked at her husband while thinking hard. Is it possible just because he wants to make a protective magic he wants to ask for his own daughter's blood? Daneen immediately dismissed that thought. She could not believe that her husband could turn into a gentle and considerate person in such a short time.

"Why do you need Xylia's blood?"

"As a person who possessed the aura of the Goddess of Life, Xylia's blood could definitely heal all sorts of ailments, including the wounds present on her own body. So I will try to combine Xylia's blood with the protective magic I created, so that later Xylia can protect herself as well as heal her wounded body."

Now Daneen understood the meaning of Levon's words. Her husband wanted to create both protective magic as well as healing magic for Xylia.

So when someone with great magic power pierced through Xylia's protective magic, and it just so happened that at that time Xylia was injured and there was no one around her, he can heal himself without the help of others. Then after that, Xylia had a chance to escape from the person who attacked her.

It was a strategic and useful plan.

"OKAY. You can take Xylia's blood."

Daneen nodded, agreeing with Levon's plan. After all, she believed that her husband would not hurt Xylia, because Daneen knew that Xylia's existence was crucial to the smooth running of Levon's plans aimed at taking over the royal throne.

"Thank you, my dear."

Levon smiled, but in his heart he grinned.

Of course my goal in taking Xylia's blood wasn't just for that.

***

King Shavir insists he does not want to let Stella go. The nature of the man's stone head meant that Stella had to rack her brain in order to be allowed to go to the capital. "ding!" it rang in Stella's mind shortly after. Again, a brilliant and shameful idea pops into Stella's head like running water. He clenched his hand.

I have to wear it that way! Stupid time with pride!

Then Stella, who was sitting on the sofa of King Shavir's study, got up from her place and headed towards the purple-eyed man while running small.

"Dad~! Love you!" Stella spread out her arms with a big smile, her face made radiant, and "grep!". Stella hugged King Shavir and rubbed her soft cheeks on the man's cheeks. "Let me go, ya~?"

"...!"

"...?!"

The reaction of King Shavir and Leonard was the same, they were shocked. But the difference, King Shavir was shocked and froze, while Leonard glared at his eyes, not believing the scene God presented to him.

Moments after, King Shavir normalized his expression and pulled Stella from his embrace, holding both the little girl's shoulders, he looked at her with a serious face.

"Stella's."

"Yes?"

"Other times, if you want to go somewhere without Dad, just ask permission like this. Okay?"

He even enjoyed! I did this for myself, okay?!

In contrast to her thoughts, Stella smiled and nodded. "Good!"

***

Stella exclaimed as she stretched her hand muscles. Then he took a deep breath and exhaled loudly.

"God. This one princess's behavior is magical." Next to Stella, Dhemiel quipped subtly and laughed. "I wonder how you persuaded Dad."

Stella swerved sharply towards Dhemiel. He answered tightly, "You don't need to know."

"Why doesn't my calling exist, huh?"

Dhemiel pretended to think while whistling, making Stella click her tongue in annoyance.

Father and son are the same. They're really unsettling.

Stella chimed in her heart while shaking her head. However, since she now had a purpose to live in this world, Stella would not ignore the people around her.

Stella smiled and replied, "Sister need not know. Plagiarism is forbidden."

"You said as if I didn't have a job to do something like that" Dhemiel replied with a slanted smile.

Stella shrugged her shoulders. "Well, the future, isn't it, it's unpredictable" he said quickly, putting on a face that didn't matter.

"Well, I'm so pissed."

"I'm overwhelmed, Brother."

The two of them smiled at each other until their eyes narrowed, but the few knights in charge of guarding them could feel the hot atmosphere surrounding the two sons of the king.

I asked Dhe―no, I mean Sister Dhemiel. I invited him because I accidentally passed when I came out of the palace Shav―no, my father.

Turning her gaze away from Dhemiel, Stella pulled the boy's arm while walking.

"Come, hurry. We need to get there fast!"

"Wow. I'm dumbfounded. Only you can rule the crown prince like me with this kind of behavior."

"It's not the time to sneer at me!"

"All right, all right."

***

Stella and Dhemiel finally arrived in front of the bookstore in the corner of the capital. The bookshop remained the same as when Stella first visited it.

"Let's go in, brother."

"Yes, be careful."

The two entered the shop, while the knights they brought were waiting in front of the store entrance. The sound of a bell mounted above the door rang, taking over the attention of an old woman who was cleaning the shop. The old woman smiled and bowed low. He greeted me kindly.

"Welcome back, Crown Prince and Princess. May the Kingdom of Evergard always be blessed."

He knew?

Stella blinked, then laughed at herself.

Of course he knows. I'm, right, not undercover.

Afterwards, the old woman invited Stella and Dhemiel to sit on a sofa, then began preparing two cups of tea and some snacks.

"Please enjoy. I'm sorry if it's not to our taste, because this is all we have."

"It's okay," Dhemiel politely replied with a smile, Stella who was sitting next to him was even surprised that the bar-bar boy could be so polite.

Distracting her from Dhemiel, Stella turned to look at the old woman. "You who?" tanyanya looked around, but did not find the old man she had met before.

"I am the wife of the owner of this shop" the old woman replied with a smile.

"so." Stella nodded, then showed me the fairy tale book "The Poor Princess" which she bought at this bookstore. "Where did you get this book?"

The old woman looked at the book that Stella was showing in silence, then replied, "My husband found the book in the palace."

"What?"

"My husband found it in Her Majesty's palace five years ago."

"Pourt ... Your Majesty the Queen?"

A deep shock was seen in the expressions of Stella and Dhemiel. Both of their eyes were perfectly rounded.

"true."

What is the relationship of this married couple with my mother? And how can this book of fairy tales be found in my mother's palace?

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TBCS!