Royal Secret: I'm A Princess!

Neoma was disgusted.

[I’M TELLING YOU, THAT LINE IS SO CRINGEY THAT I’M INTERNALLY SCREAMING IN CAPSLOCK WITH EXCESSIVE EXCLAMATION MARKS!!!!!!!!!! I’M IN TEARS! SOBBING! THROWING UP!]

“I can’t read minds, but I can tell that you’re having blasphemous thoughts about me,” Rubin said, approaching her shamelessly. “Have you been well, princess?”

Bloodlust.

Her precious released their bloodlust directed at Rubin Drayton after the bastard called her ‘princess’ in a rude and condescending way. Hence, even though the bastard called her that way, no one would take it seriously.

Anyway, only Trevor remained calm while mumbling to himself. “Oh, boy. That won’t work on my wifey.”

.....

The inn suddenly went silent.

She could tell that everyone’s eyes were on their group now. Well, people were discreetly eyeing them the moment their group stepped into the inn earlier. However, this time, they were no longer discreet.

Most of the guests, who were probably outlaws, watched the scene with interest. She could already tell that instead of getting scared of a fight breaking out, the people around them were actually anticipating it.

[No one even blinked when my children, who are soaked with blood, entered the inn. Obviously, people killing each other is a normal occurrence here.]

Gosh, what a dangerous world it was for a pretty, fragile girl like her.

Neoma cleared her throat, then she stepped forward to face Rubin properly. “Children, your mama got this.”

We just that, her children finally relaxed.

Rubin looked down at her- literally since he was a foot taller than her. “You still speak gibberish things that don’t fit your status.”

She just ignored his taunting because she was distracted.

[Gosh, Rubin is already this tall and handsome. He’s fifteen years old now, isn’t he? No wonder his appearance is getting close to the man I once loved with all my heart.]

Paige cleared her throat, then she leaned down in her ear while cupping her mouth with her hand. “My lady, you’re getting distracted.”

Oh, right.

She suddenly got sentimental in the middle of admiring Rubin. His now slightly mature face reminded her of her first love, after all.

“Why are you being quiet?” Rubin asked, smirking arrogantly. “You’re getting boring.”

Ah.

That smirk reminded her of the time that this bastard physically abused her in the past. It was many decades ago. But unfortunately for Rubin Drayton, she was good at holding grudges.

“I’m thinking.”

Rubin raised an eyebrow at her response. “Thinking about what?”

“About how to kill you in the most painful way possible,” she said, then she raised her hand and caressed Rubin’s face in a cold, indifferent manner.

[This bastard and most of the guests here aren’t wearing face masks.]

Rubin flinched, but he didn’t slap her hand away.

More like the bastard couldn’t.

After all, this time, Neoma’s bloodlust filled the entire room. Unlike her children’s heavy and thick bloodlust, hers was light and quiet.

However...

THUD.

THUD.

THUD.

The sound of people dropping to the floor unconscious one by one echoed in the room.

It was soon followed by vicious profanities, though.

The people who could still move tried to attack her. But, of course, she didn’t have to bother with them because her children (aside from Greko) dealt with the small fries.

[I’m so proud of my children who can withstand my bloodlust now.]

“Gavin,” she said, savoring the shocked look on his face.

“Why do you look shocked?” she asked, running her fingers over Rubin’s smooth and soft skin. “You told Nero that you have a split personality.” Of course, that was a lie. It was she who spent some time with Rubin as a child and not her twin brother. “Nero told me that your other personality is called ‘Gavin.\'”

First of all, she knew that you shouldn’t touch someone without permission.

However, she was going against her personal principle because she needed to physically touch Rubin.

[What’s this weird energy inside him I can’t absorb?]

It was a negative feeling close to Darkness.

She tried to purify it, but it didn’t work.

“Tsk,” she said, clicking her tongue and letting go of Rubin’s cheek. Since her purifying powers didn’t work, she just gave up, since she was afraid her hand would rot from touching a piece of shit. “You’re not even worth killing.”

After saying that, she released her bloodlust.

Only then did the room return to normal.

Rubin held his throat while catching his breath, then he glared at her. “You-”

“Please keep quiet, sir,” Greko said “politely” to Rubin, then her youngest son smiled at Neoma while handing his handkerchief to her. “Eomma, please wipe your hand with this since you just touched a piece of garbage. I put a potion in it that will cleanse your hands.”

She laughed at the maknae’s words while receiving the handkerchief from him. “Thank you, maknae-ah.”

Rubin glared at Greko this time. “How dare a mere slave-”

“If you finish the sentence, I’ll cut your tongue off right here- right now.”

Since her bloodlust was directed at Rubin this time, the bastard fell to the ground with just one glare from her.

“You’re Rubin’s personality who’s obsessed with Regina, aren’t you?” she said, looking down at the bastard with glowing red eyes. Everyone in the inn aside from her group had already been knocked out already, so she didn’t have to hide her red eyes. “I’m glad that you were the one who showed up this time and not the coward Rubin that I know.”

Well, they were the same person.

[But ‘Gavin’ is the one who’s more obsessed with Regina Crowell, it seems.]

“Your life isn’t worth taking,” Neoma said coldly. “So, I’ll take the life of the girl you love and cherish the most, Rubin Drayton.”

“Why do you sound so confident when I haven’t even confirmed whether Regina is alive or not?”

“Lies.”

“What?”

“You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t at least 50% certain that Regina is here,” she said, flipping her hair. “So, let’s have a race, Rubin. If you find Regina first, I’ll let you run away with her. But if I find her first...” She smiled while “slicing” her throat with her thumb. “I’ll kill her in front of you.”

Rubin glared at her. “If you touch even a strand of Regina’s hair, I won’t forgive you.”

If she was the old Neoma, she would have already died of jealousy.

But she had already regained the confidence and the self-respect that Rubin took away from her in the past.

Hence, she was fine now.

“I’m not going to ask for forgiveness, though?” Neoma said, walking past Rubin with Trevor and her children trailing behind her. “You and Regina are the ones who need to kneel and beg for my forgiveness later.”

***

“MY MOON PRINCESS, I will never run away from you, so do you really have to lock me up?”

Neoma rolled her eyes at Trevor’s dramatic ass.

Right now, she was in the room that she shared with Juri and Paige. It was the largest room in the inn, it had its own bathroom.

Paige didn’t get soaked in blood, so the mage just changed her clothes using her magic. Then the mage excused herself to do an errand for her.

On the other hand, Juri was soaked in blood and was now taking a bath.

Greko and Jeno were in the room next door.

Hence, at the moment, she was alone in the bedroom with Trevor...

... and she “locked up” the demon boy inside the Dome that she made.

She often used the Dome to protect herself and her people. However, since she was confident that her barrier couldn’t easily be broken, she realized that she could also use it to lock up her enemies.

“Where’s Xion?” Neoma, who was sitting on the bed with her arms crossed over her chest, asked Trevor. “Is he okay?”

“No, he’s not.”

.....

She already expected that, but that didn’t mean it no longer made her worry.

“Are you not going to accuse me of hurting our son?”

“He’s my son, not yours,” she said coldly. “And I know that you’re not the one who hurt Xion. You’re a simp for me, so there’s no way you’d hurt my people.”

Trevor smiled as if he was satisfied by what she said. “What if I accidentally killed him because I didn’t realize right away that he was one of your people?”

“Then you wouldn’t have the courage to face me.”

His smile widened. “My Moon Princess, I’m touched that you know how much I love you.”

“Is this the part where I reject you again?”

“Xion Redgrave was almost half-dead when we found him.”

[Look at this scoundrel changing the topic smoothly.]

“Was my son attacked?”

“Yes- by the air in the Lawless Jungle,” Trevor explained, turning serious this time. “The air here is already bad, but it only gets worse once you enter the Lawless Jungle. If we didn’t have the mask that the Devil made for us using Dominic’s divine power, then we wouldn’t have lasted long.”

Dominic.

Trevor was talking about her former mentor- the former saint Dominic Zavaroni.

[Mr. Zavaroni is really working with the Devil now. I hope he’s well and happy with Aunt Nichole.]

“Wait,” she said, knitting her eyebrows. “Did you come here with Gin? He’s also working for the Devil, after all.”

She was talking about the Black Cat.

[The bastard who showed me the thing I feared most when I was still a weak baby girl.]

“That’s right,” Trevor said, nodding. “I’m surprised that you still remember Gin, my Moon Princess. I thought you would erase insignificant people in your memories.”

“How is Gin insignificant when he’s in my Death N*te?” she said, scoffing. “I told you- I hold grudges.”

The demon boy just laughed.

“Carry on,” she said, nodding at Trevor. “How did you find Xavier?”

“He was running out of clean air to breathe when we found him,” the demon boy explained. “I lent him my mask after the Bookworm told me he’s one of my people. Since the Darkness in the Lawless Jungle was thick, I had to leave our son in Gin’s hands. I was about to return to the Devil’s lair to ask for another mask when I found you.”

Ah, that was why Trevor was almost dying when they met on the island.

[He must have inhaled a large amount of Darkness after he gave his mask to Xion.]

“But why did you have to leave Gin and Xion in the Lawless Jungle?”

“Well, actually...” The demon boy slowly avoided her gaze. “We were attacked, then Gin and Xion were kidnapped.”

“You bastard! Why didn’t you say that earlier?!” Neoma growled at Trevor, clenching her hands tight. “Who dared to kidnap my son?!”

Trevor gulped hard before he turned to her again with shaking pupils. “The Lion Tribe.”

The what?!

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