My Bad Princess's

Fight Each Other

The scattering of eyes that turned red made Alessio smile in a knot, he pulled the slender waist and moved closer to the nape that was so white and smooth.

"Alessio Renfred, don't forget the name." whispered to the girl who still pulled her hair tightly.

Cyra smiled, he saw a handsome face up close but he was used to a handsome face so there was no heart beating rumbling in his chest.

"Cyra De Ecklart," said the man who introduced his name along with his last name.

"Like the fictional world name of a noble girl" Alessio said with a slanted laugh upon hearing her.

"I am indeed a noble" answered Cyra who stood up and moved away.

Alessio did not say anything else, he saw the girl walking around his apartment and turned her head out her window staring at the buildings, lights and streets that were very different from his world.

"Say where is this, what year?" said Cyra who no longer smiled and her face this time was really serious.

"Milan, Italy in 2035" replied Alessio.

Cyra frowned, he immediately turned his head to hear the name of his year, Year 1500 which would come or maybe more because of the calculation in his year is the Levensberg Empire.

"What day do you use? What is the calculation of the imperial date?" cyra asked with a still confused look.

"Empire? Is this the 21st century? And again we use the Gregorian calendar" said Alessio who seemed confused by the question that sounded unreasonable.

Cyra was silent for a moment, her hands looking towards the dagger that was in her hands. This beautiful dagger that brought this calamity.

"I have to go back and it looks like you're the key" she said, turning to the man.

Of course because how could his revenge be avenged if he was in a different world.

"Where do you live? Your origin?" asked Alessio who was staring in confusion.

"The Levensberg Empire, I come from the Duchy Helemites and the year I lived 471 years of the empire" answered the distraught Cyra.

"That means you're an ancient man!" cardy said as she took out all the rose petals in her mouth.

"Maybe true but isn't it that I'm too pretty to be an ancient human?" cyra asked with a glint of her sharp eyes.

"Empire calendar? The lavensberg? The name I first heard and also the place I first heard.." muttered Alessio as he said.

...

Cyra took her breath, she sat on the edge of a soft bed and a room that looked different from her own.

"What world is this? You brought me here?" his murmured softly which was staring towards his dagger.

He could not say anything more, still digesting the atmosphere and also still thinking of getting out of that place and returning to his world.

...

Meanwhile

Alessio gazed towards the night that looked sparkly with the light of the lamp from the tall building.

Cardy who was his partner immediately did not approve of the man's decision.

"You brought the girl? He's too weird!" she said she really didn't like Cyra.

"Yes, he is strange but he is also like a very rare diamond" replied Alessio.

"Olympics? We're out of the orphanage together and I don't want us arguing because of a foreign girl who doesn't know her origin!" said Cardy who felt that the girl they met was very dangerous.

"She said she wanted to return to her world, then this is a different world? If Duchy wasn't his, that's where the Duke's territory is?" ask Alessio who muttered.

Unlike Cardy he saw for himself how Cyra finished off everyone in the forest with poisonous flower tendrils that came out of his hands.

"It's okay, he will be my responsibility" said Alessio who felt attracted to the strange girl who has unreal strength.

Cardy didn't say anything, her face was just upset and moved out.

......................

To her morning.

Cyra stared towards the items that had already come by piling up inside her room.

"Now you can wear it, if there's one that doesn't know how to use it you can ask me." alessio said as he gave her all the things she needed.

Cyra still did not answer, his face was flat even though he looked confused because he looked at the open clothes that were very different in his world.

"Is there no problem with this dress?" asked Cyra who looked confused.

"Isn't that a beautiful dress?" alessio asked with a dress that was open on the chest and looked small until the time it was worn will make a body silhouette.

"Yes, it's like the world is fun." said Cyra and then brought one of the dresses into her bathroom.

A modern place and of course he also does not really understand how to use it.

Prangs!

Crass!

Alessio flinched, not a few steps he wanted to get out there was already a rowdy sound inside his bathroom.

"Cyra?! What's up?!" his words were banging on that door.

Shortly after the door opened, Alessio was speechless and could not say anything.

"The water's out of there" Cyra said with her flat face and looking innocent.

While the sink in the bathroom was split in two along with a broken ceramic tub, broken water pipes and a hollow faucet but currently in his hands.

"What are you doing?" ask the astonished Alessio.

Cyra did not say anything, with a pretty face like a fairy that night he came and gave the sink faucet to Alessio.

"Bow me, like her I need a servant" she said calmly as the typical perfect nobleman.

"You said that after destroying my bathroom?!" ask the inexhaustible Alessio.

Cyra said nothing, she spoke a thousand languages and looked only at the frustrated man.

The water leaking from the faucet continued to flow until the flood, the aesthetic bathroom was gone no more and just a ruin.

Cyra turned his head, he took out the tendrils from the flowers that grew on his pulse and grew a beautiful rose vines in the bathroom and made it a place that felt unreal.

"You! A shitty old ghost!" alessio was at a loss for his words.

Plaque!

The slap felt on his cheek but not the small hand that floated but the petals of the flower that was so fragrant and broken spread.

"Don't say much I don't like noise" said Cyra, who walked past the man and sat on the single sofa.

While Alessio seemed to be cleaning the flower petals that entered his shirt and hair due to a magic slap that was not painful but troublesome.

"Prepare my bath water" Cyra said.

"This is my house" said Alessio, visibly upset.

"You're my subordinate? Forgot it? Or should I remind you?" ask Cyra with a faint smile.