The Reincarnation Of The Poor Princess
Ninety Seven (97)
Stella looked at the sword deeply. His little fingers stroked the sword blade slowly.
'How did I remember it first, huh?'
The answer to that question may be due to a dream that came to him last night. After waking up, he barely remembered what the dream was and almost completely forgot about it. But the shredded feeling he felt after waking up made him unable to forget the dream just like that. Plus after that his head throbbed in pain, bringing in a glimpse of a foreign memory.
'Magic storage.'
Suddenly a piece of magic spell that Stella had never learned crossed her mind. Stella who had to ascertain what spell it was immediately practiced it and she found some objects inside her storage magic. There was a black robe and a sword.
"Huh? A sword? Since when do I have a sword? Have I ever learned the sword?"
About that's how the series of questions that Stella put on herself earlier. Confused, that's how he feels.
Stella pretended not to learn to sword but understood well the techniques of attacking and stabbing. It's just that he doesn't want to stand out by rivaling Dhemiel's sword skills. Because later it will be difficult to maintain the cherry mask.
'If I had focused on something, my expression could have been what I thought.'
In addition, her father, the ruler of Evergard, seemed so pleased to learn that Stella did not want to learn to sword, as if waiting for an answer like this.
It could be concluded that it was because his father did not want him to remember his forgotten past memories.
But now, seeing with her own eyes that Stella had a sword stored in storage magic made her certain that she was good at using a sword.
'But just because I hold the sword, my memory can come back completely?' batin Stella at that time, underestimated why her father was very happy because he did not learn to sword.
At first he thought so. But the moment his hand touched his sword, a feeling of joy flowed in and enveloped his heart. It feels calm and peaceful. His mind instantly became clear.
'Is that how happy I am at the sword?'
Maybe this is how he used to be, both like sword and magic. And then, as her red eyes scoured the beautiful sword, it caught a sentence on its blade, inscribed with the name of a person. He vaguely remembered it. Then memories with some people entered his head.
"Stella's! Even though he's your ex-fiance, I hope you didn't come to b*r*ngs*k's wedding! Okay?!"
"We're skipping class, yuk! Let Larson and Eliza learn. We will not inherit the throne."
"Lecturer Stella! Today Andre bragged that he would marry you, you know!"
"Queen Ellia, there's a client who wants to meet you in person. Said this mission was related to the******* that messed up the Crown Prince's engagement party two days ago."
People who worry and smile at him, the setting of a strange but beautiful place, and the atmosphere in each memory that feels very real disturb the mind of Stella. She doesn't remember the details, but the name "Stella Elliathania Elliot Evergard" makes her remember one thing.
His soul came from another world.
And now he lives in someone else's body.
Also the fact that no one knows this other than him.
"Hm."
Stella's gaze descended, staring at the sword she had in her hand, then she stored the sword back in her storage magic.
He got out of his bed and stepped into a mirror. The mirror's reflection featured a beautiful young girl like a doll, having golden blonde hair and beautiful pomegranate red eyes.
"Thev."
Pooff!
The sudden call gave rise to a bluish-black smoke beside Stella. A small black dragon flapped its wings beside the princess.
"Finally you remember my name" said the little dragon happily. "Do you remember who I am now?"
"Little bit. I need you to tell me what's been going on all this time."
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"Good morning, Stella."
Dhemiel greeted him as he entered the dining room. The boy smiled brightly. Stella smiled back and sat down in her chair.
"Good morning too, brother."
Right after that, a row of waiters entered while carrying food dishes, starting from the appetizer, main course, to dessert. They started serving food until the long table was full of delicious food plates.
Stella turned her eyes to a chair that was usually her father's seat. The chair was empty even until all the food was served, but usually his father always came first before he and Dhemiel.
"Where's Dad?" stella and Dhemiel asked at the same time.
The Evercius Palace's butler, Arnold, replied courteously, "Her Majesty the King can't attend breakfast together today. He had an important meeting with the Master of the Magic Tower."
"Master of the Magic Tower..," Stella muttered as she nodded. "Then did you meet Hilon?"
"Yes, Princess."
'Hilon, yes.'
Hilon is the owner of the Magic Tower and the teacher of Azalea's magic. The white-haired grandfather had been met by Stella several times. He's friendly and fun, it's just that he's too obsessed with where Stella's magic is. Once he asked for a strand of Stella's hair openly, it was in front of King Shavir.
As a result one of the buildings in the Magic Tower collapsed and is currently being renovated. Well, Stella was also pleased with her father's actions. Honestly, he was so fed up when the witch's grandfather followed him for a few days just to get a strand of his hair.
'If Dad's dealing with Hilon, it means something happened in the Magic Prison. Is it possible...?'
Stella brushed off her bad thoughts as fast as lightning. He started to eat breakfast while worrying about the bad stuff.
'It could be very bad if that person ran away from the Magic Prison.'
...―――...
"So, he ran away, yeah."
King Shavir spoke coldly, furrowing his brows. His two hands on the table clenched tightly. His pair of purple eyes flashed furiously.
"Damn it," he said annoyed.
Hilon sweated when he saw the king's anger. He immediately knelt on one leg. "I'm sorry, Your Honor," he said with regret. "I can't watch him closely. I'm guilty. Please punish me."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Hilon stood up and smiled in relief, while King Shavir scowled his temple. Regret gnawed at his heart.
Moments ago he got word that the man who injured his daughter three years ago destroyed the Magic Prison and disappeared. Right at that time the one in charge of supervising was the senior magician and not the Magic Tower Master.
It was unexpected that the magic seal belonging to the 1st King of Evergard was smashed to pieces. It was the same as implying that the man was so powerful that he could not be found anywhere despite being searched all over the country.
'Be aware that Baj*ngan is acting up again and injuring my children, ' King Shavir's mind is fiery.
Geck, tok, tok.
The sound of knocking on the door rang out the black-haired man's mind. He turned to the door, and so did Hilon.
"Lake in."
Clamps.
The door opened and featured a blonde-haired girl in the doorway. The pink dress that wrapped her body made her look like a flower fairy.
"Dad!" call Stella with a bright smile. He then ran towards King Shavir and jumped into the man's arms. "I miss Daddy!"
Seeing his daughter twitching spoiled at him, King Shavir smiled faintly. He looked at Stella and asked, "What's wrong? Usually at this hour you and Dhemiel play in the park."
"It's because I didn't come for breakfast together!" stella replied with a frown. "Sister and I ate together. Stella's sad."
"sorry. Today it cannot be" said King Shavir, sighing, feeling guilty. His gaze became soft. "But we can have dinner together."
"Keep lunch?"
"Can't either. Today there's a meeting with the nobles."
Stella's red eyes are suspicious. "Dad there really was an important meeting with them or an important meeting with my servants?" guess what similar accusations.
King Shavir flinched. "Where possible," naturally. "Why should I meet with my daughter's servants?"
"What else if it wasn't about my birthday. Yeah, right?"
"...."
The man was speechless because what his daughter said was the truth. He sighed resignedly. The sensitivity of his daughter deserves a thumbs up.
"Yes. That's right."
"I told you I don't need a fancy birthday party. Mediocre is also not a problem" Stella said like an adult.
However King Shavir refused and responded seriously, "Can't. Last year we had a closed birthday party. This year should be open."
"Actually it's Dad's or me's birthday, anyway..why aren't my opinions heard, huh?"
"You. But let me show off to the other kings."
"Boy proud."
"You don't know that these annoying dads from other kingdoms are showing off their children or daughters-in-law to your father."
"And why are you influenced by them?"
"So naturally they say that nothing can match the beauty and the priesthood of their daughter. They also say that their son is smart, talented, and very handsome. No one can match Dhemiel and Stella. I don't accept. It's an insult" explained King Shavir at length.
"Well, it turns out you can be chatty too."
"Is that a compliment or not?"
'Eng, anu, what is my function here?' hilon's mind was sliced, instantly becoming dust.
While the father and son were arguing about uselessness, the sound of the door being knocked was heard and the footsteps of several people entered the king's office.
Buk up!
The attention of King Shavir and Stella led to the source of the voice, as did Hilon. How shocked they were when they saw a dark red-haired man lying on the floor with a magic chain binding his body.
"Look at this man, my son. I caught him with Leonard." The familiar voice of an old man entered the senses of King Shavir's listener. A crisp laugh came out of his mouth. "So this guy who hurt my favorite grandkids?"
"...."
"...."
"Hey. What the hell is your reaction" Zayden grumbled.
"This man easily destroyed the Magic Prison and the magic seal of the 1st King of Evergard..," murmured Hilon blankly. He stared in amazement at Zayden. "And His Majesty the previous King easily caught him?"
'Know how I should stay here and cancel breakfast with my children, ' King Shavir's mind is upset.
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*Appetizer: appetizer.
*Main course: main course.
*Dessert: dessert.
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