Royal Secret: I'm A Princess!

Chapter 557: SORCERER CHINGU

[HE’S NOT a small fry.]

That was Neoma’s conclusion while Skewer clashed with Dilan Crowell’s scythe.

Their blades didn’t clash literally, though. The energy waves their weapons produced every time they swung them were the ones colliding with one another. Each collision created a tremor in the sky.

But she knew clashing with her blade was nothing more than a distraction.

“Hah,” Neoma said, letting out a frustrated sigh. “You crow bastard. How long are you going to disrespect me?”

Dilan Crowell raised an eyebrow at her, and he looked confused for real. “Whatever Your Royal Highness mean by that?”

“Clashing with my blade while sneakily gathering your Mana above...” She shook her head, then she looked up at the night sky. “You sorcerers are really crafty.”

.....

Meteorites.

Hundreds of meteorites were suspended in the air, waiting to plummet to the ground.

She didn’t know what they were called in this world since those things were made by a sorcerer. However, in her eyes, those rocks looked like meteorites.

And it was so obvious Dilan Crowell planned to attack her with those giant rocks.

“Is Your Royal Highness upset because I’m using “cheap” tricks?” Dilan Crowell asked, obviously mocking her. “I didn’t know that the royal princess who scammed the empire and the Holy Land for years would care about stuff like that.”

As expected, the crows already knew that she was pretending as Nero during the time she pulled off the biggest scam of the decade.

“What are you talking about? I’m totally fine with cheap tricks and foul games since I’m good at those things, too,” she said proudly. “But the thing I feel offended about is the fact that you’re going easy on me.”


“Excuse me?”

“You tried to distract me by clashing blades with me while gathering those meteorites above me, probably for a ‘surprise’ attack,” she said, then she clicked her tongue in annoyance. “But why are those meteorites weak-ass?”

“Weak?” Dilan Crowell asked, obviously offended. “Those celestial rocks are enough to erase the entire island off the map.”

[Ah, so meteorites here are called ‘celestial rocks.’]

“Then you better try harder,” Neoma said, snapping her fingers. “Tteokbokki!”

The flame that engulfed Skewer’s curved blade disappeared.

Then Tteokbokki, in his human form, appeared- squatting down on top of the curved blade.

Although the Soul Beast in his human form looked like her age, he wasn’t heavy. It was probably because his little dragon wings were actually keeping him afloat.

“Thug princess, can I play to my heart’s content?”

Neoma smiled smugly while looking at Tteokbokki.

[My annoying baby brother grew up well.]

Tteokbokki was handsome, tall, and dapper like the nobleman that he claimed to be.

[And most of all, this is my Tteokbokki.]

The God of Wrath had been quiet these days.

“Go ahead, Tteokbokki,” Neoma said, eyeing Dilan Crowell this time. “Show the crow bastard how he should fight with us properly.”

Tteokbokki’s red eyes glowed menacingly, then he smirked while looking at Dilan Crowell.

[Just look at how Tteokbokki’s red eyes turn into little crescent moons.]

Dilan Crowell, who definitely felt Tteokbokki’s bloodlust, immediately moved his hand. As soon as he did, the meteorites that were just suspended in the air earlier finally began to plummet to the ground at an alarming pace.

Tteokbokki just laughed like a madman, then he shot up to the sky- his dragon wings getting bigger as he flew higher.

[Everyone, Tteokbokki isn’t a villain even though he looks and sounds one right now...]
It was hard to justify that her Soul Beast wasn’t the bad guy, though.

After all, Tteokbokki released a growl that definitely didn’t belong to a sane person.

Then the entire sky soon turned into a floating sea of fire.

Tteokbokki melted the meteorites with his Fire Breath. It was the same flame that melted Delwyn’s ice.

It didn’t take that long for the celestial rocks to melt.

And now, it looked like it was raining magma.

Of course, Neoma was safe since she used her Coat to protect herself. Trevor was capable of protecting himself, so she didn’t feel the need to create a barrier for him.

She hoped Dilan Crowell would be burned alive by the magma.

But unfortunately, the crow bastard was a sorcerer capable of creating a powerful barrier.

“I’m quite disappointed in Your Royal Highness,” Dilan Crowell said sarcastically. “I thought the royal princess cares about her people. Are you really going to let them deal with the magma that you created on their own?”

Gosh, talk about gaslighting.

“Well, I’m sure those people are capable of protecting themselves,” Dilan Crowell continued with his bullshit. “But how about the innocent people on the island, Princess Neoma? I’m aware that more than half of them are hardcore criminals who don’t deserve to live anymore. However, there are children born in this island, too. There are ordinary families built here.” He tilted his head to one side. “Are you going to let them die, Your Royal Highness?”

“Gosh, you talk a lot,” Neoma said, shaking her head. “You’re really Trevor’s brother since he talks a lot, too.”

Trevor, who seemed to have finally calmed down, scoffed. “My Moon Princess, please don’t compare me to that fake bastard.”

She just shrugged at Trevor’s words, then she turned to the “fake bastard” again. “Don’t underestimate my people. One of them is a mage who’s capable of creating a barrier large enough to protect the entire island.”

Her faith in Paige was unshakable.

And she wasn’t mistaken.

Soon, the entire island was covered with a barrier made of Light magic. It was impressive. However, she knew that the barrier wouldn’t last long.

[Don’t worry, Paige. You already did well. Let me handle the rest.]

“It’s weak,” Dilan Crowell said bluntly while looking at the barrier below his feet. “This kind of barrier will melt in a few minutes. It will be a different matter if it was Your Royal Highness’s Dome, though. Unfortunately, your barrier is weak at the moment.”

“I know,” Neoma said, then she turned to Trevor. “But I have a sorcerer chingu here.”

Trevor turned to her, smiling. “Thank you for giving me a chance to impress you again, Princess Neoma, my lovely Moon Princess.”

She rolled her eyes at him. “Let’s see if I’ll be impressed.”

The demon boy just laughed like he had lost his mind.

[Everyone, he’s not a villain, okay?]

Trevor shut his eyes tight while removing his piercings in the ears.

Then, when he opened his eyes again, his different-colored horns grew on his forehead again. And then a very strong aura leaked out of his body.

[Ohh... someone became stronger~]

Even Dilan Crowell looked shocked by Trevor’s overwhelming demonic power.

[No, it’s not his demon power.]

The air around Trevor suddenly turned into magic.

She was suddenly reminded of her past conversation with the demon boy.

Trevor asked her that question, and he was also the one who answered it.

Since Neoma was smart, she was also reminded that sorcerers like Trevor were born with innate magical abilities.

And she could feel it at the moment.

[Go, Trevor.]

“Moon Princess, I will protect everyone on this island,” Trevor said, grinning. Then he snapped his fingers. “Just like this.”

And, just like that, the magma created from the melted celestial rocks that threatened to melt the island disappeared.

Yes, without a trace.

Neoma was impressed. [Gosh, Trevor wouldn’t be easy to kill, huh?]

Even the crow bastard looked shocked by Trevor’s ability.

“How?” Dilan Crowell asked in disbelief. “How did you do that?”

“Well, a magician doesn’t reveal his tricks to the person in the same industry,” Trevor said playfully. “However, I’ll give you a clue. I didn’t make the magma disappear- I just sent it to a different space.”

Neoma tilted her head to one side. “Where?”

“I saw a mansion in the deepest area of the Lawless Jungle,” Trevor said cheerfully while looking at Dilan Crowell meaningfully. “My dear brother, I hope you didn’t leave anything precious in that mansion.”

.....

Dilan Crowell, who was already pale before, looked paler now.

And, without a word, the crow bastard vanished into thin air.

[Ah, Dilan Crowell probably went to save Regina who was definitely in the mansion that Trevor mentioned.]

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the demon boy coughed.

When she turned to him, she realized that Trevor actually coughed up blood.

“You overdid it, didn’t you?” Neoma asked, shaking her head. “Sending that amount of magma to a different area took a toll on your body.”

“It’s worth it because it’s for you, my Moon Princess,” Trevor said, grinning. However, his eyes looked tired. And he was unstable already. “Princess Neoma, will you catch me if I fall?”

After saying that, Trevor suddenly fainted...

... and Neoma had to catch the demon boy and carry him like a princess.

***

“I WILL ALLOW you to put Calyx Dalton in the Royal Household Registry as my son.”

Nikolai was shocked to hear that from Nichole.

He waited until his twin sister calmed down, but he didn’t expect that it was the first thing that he would hear from her after her long silence earlier.

“Why do you look shocked?” Nichole asked him, scoffing. “I know that you agreed to meet me to ask me that favor.”

He didn’t deny that, but he felt awful.

“I already knew it would turn out like this,” Nichole said indifferently. “You must have made a deal with the crows for them to give up on Juliet Sloane being reinstated as the empress.”

“They want Calyx Dalton to be recognized as a royal prince,” Nikolai said. “But if we registered the crow as my son, he would have the right to compete with Nero and Neoma for the throne.”

Hence, the only way to accept Calyx Dalton as a prince without making him a direct heir to the throne was to register him as the emperor’s nephew.

It was possible to do even though Nichole was already “dead.”

[After all, a monarch doesn’t stop being a monarch after their death.]

“Do it,” Nichole said firmly. “I don’t care anymore.”

“I would be thankful if you give us the permission, but...”

“Don’t feel bad, Nikolai,” his twin sister said coldly. “Consider this favor as my apology in advance.”

He knitted his eyebrows. “What do you mean by that, Nichole?”

“This is a formal declaration of war from the Devil,” Nichole said seriously. “Nikolai, we will take Neoma de Moonasterio under our wings.”

Nikolai clenched his jaws. “Try it if you can, then.”

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