My Bad Princess's

The Blood Contract

Duchy Helemites

Ecklart Mansion

Hoek!

The girl spewed out everything that went into her stomach at this moment. He had been holding her back since then not to vomit when Theodore touched her again.

Cyra stood up, he rubbed his face with the water container that was prepared in his bathroom.

His eyes were sharp, his anger was still gathering and certainly overflowing like a fire that never went out.

He walked back, knocking himself over the soft, padded bed while looking at the spacious room that might be the size of a commoner's house.

His breathing still sounded soft, he looked at his hands and thought of the flower he wanted to create.

The black-colored tendrils began to appear on his veins, the tip of the fingers were cold and then grew shoots.

The yellowish orange blooming flower looked, "I'll put this on top of your head later..."

He muttered while kissing the marigold flower in his hand.

The pain and demonic artifacts that collided with the sacred mana he had made his heart feel like it wanted to be destroyed.

But the girl was no longer grimacing, her tears had disappeared, her sadness had already turned into anger and she was getting used to her pain.

"I'll kill him before my time runs out..."

Cyra muttered, she has no time to sleep and relax.

The boundary of the demon artifact he had planted in his body, the poison and the holy mana he possessed collided with each other.

He is now strong but it all destroys his heart slowly because it is bound to a strength that cannot blend.

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Meanwhile.

The man who was still holding the sword in his trouser belt was looking at the making of the dagger he had prepared for his sister's birthday.

"Add this as a decoration for his dagger" he said as he gave the box containing the red jewel.

Of course he thought the red gem was just an ordinary gem without him knowing what it really was.

"Okay sir" said the blacksmith as he picked up the jewel he had thrown at him.

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Three Weeks later.

Meeting of the high ranking nobles, imperial palace.

"Isn't it Grand Duke Ecklart who did it? But why has the bridge collapsed on the river border of Duchy and March not been built yet?" ask one of the men who was a noble of a pro family to the second prince of empress Maline.

"Of course I can do that if you can properly supply the materials from the borders of the Pacific Kingdom." said Grand Duke Ekclart who certainly knows some people do not like him because his first daughter who managed to sit as the crown princess.

"The funds are used quite a lot, but why can there be materials that have not been purchased?" connect his other nobles.

Theodore took a breath, he only smiled his smile at the nobles who always noisily and act to think about the people when not at all.

The tail of his eyes glanced at the emperor who was still silent saying nothing.

"Then I will try to speak to the kingdom near the Pacific" he said, offering a contribution.

"No! The crown prince isn't he just tackling a rebellion in the east of the kingdom? You are afraid that this problem will burden you." said Marquis Solomon who of course he did not want the man to contribute much because he was in the stronghold of Empress Maline who certainly sided with the second prince.

"If you can do it from the beginning then this meeting should not exist, right?" asked Theodore with a smile and a calm face.

"Well, now you're taking over the work of Marquis Solomon and working with the Grand Duke" said the emperor, who chose to close the meeting.

"And I hope that the Grand Duke builds more powerful magic at this time so that it no longer causes problems" said the emperor who also gave advice and warning.

Grand Duke Ecklart seemed to be trembling, he nodded with a face that held in shame as the nobles stared at him with a riveting smile.

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Duchy Helemites

Ecklart Mansion

Plaque!

That one powerful slap made the small body of the girl who had just debuted soar to the floor.

A sense of rancidity and pedar flowed at the tip of his lips, the heat and soreness so felt on his cheeks simultaneously but only a lazy gaze was seen as he tilted his head.

"Color you! They're all humiliating me!"

Ctas!

One whip from such a powerful hemp rope floated up and landed on top of the small body.

Uhh!

The noble lady did not cry or grimace, she revealed her smile upon receiving her lash.

This time he did it deliberately even though the consequences he faced were the anger of the father.

Ctas!

Ctas!

Ctas!

The man was so enraged, countless how many lashes he let down. The fresh blood began to come out and tear off the beautiful dress worn by her daughter.

Yvoine flinched, the sound of lashes filling the hall made her round her green eyes and immediately ran to meet her eldest brother.

"Dad? Enough's enough!"

"He's still the crown prince's fiancee! There were scars that could not be healed even from the temple people!"

Grand Duke stopped his hand, of course his son could not be sassy by directly holding his whip.

He took his breath, and glanced for a moment at his daughter who was moving and just lying covered in blood.

"Obati him! No scars!" his words were upset and immediately went away without feeling guilty.

"Sister Cyra!" said Yvoine who immediately hugged the body of the brother.

"Calm down, don't cry..."

"A princess cannot cry..."

Say it with a thin smile and a soft voice to the sister.

Tarrant did not say anything, he was silent for a moment and only looked towards his first sister who seemed so relaxed about receiving the torment.

She held her sister and laid her on her bed while Yvoine was still crying.

"Don't call Ecklart's family doctor and also the healer from the temple who serves this family, but I want you to call doctor Sarafine she lives in the city" she said, directing her brother to something.

"This is your plan? You made a plan that hurt yourself?" ask Tarrant in disbelief.

Cyra smiled faintly, she still hugged her crying sister, the index finger that was in the middle of the lips was motioning to silence.

"St!" that thin smile seemed to hold meaning.

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One Week later.

The girl covered her body with a thin shawl as she looked in the mirror before she went to sleep wearing her one-styled pajamas.

His wounds seemed to be fading and as if they were going to disappear in a moment, he knew who he was calling.

A woman who can spread gossip about her injuries but can also treat her very well.

Kreett!

Cyra flinched, the sound that emerged from the window of her room made her immediately turn her head.

And prepare to grow poisonous plants in his hands.

"It's me,"

The man made a sound for a moment and then walked into the room from the open window.

"If I go to your room at night, there'll be rumors about us," said Tarrant, who knows some of Lavensberg's nobility to have an intra marriage or marriage with his own brother not to issue or keep the property stable.

"What's wrong?" cyra asked who removed the poisonous vines and was no longer on guard.

"Gift" said Tarrant, who threw a beautiful dagger that looked to have a jewel in its handle and what's more, the dagger seemed to have the tip of a jewel.

"Don't I ask for the heart of the devil?" cyra asked with a small smile because she also liked the present.

Tarrant approached, he held the silvery fine hair and kissed it.

"I found the jewel under the altar of the demon palace, I hope you like it." whispered the man at a glance as he inhaled the fragrance of the flower so vividly from the body of his sister.

Cyra is silent neither pushing nor driving away although she sometimes feels a little uncomfortable with the touch of her sister who seems to have a different meaning.

"Good," he said, giving praise like an employer who was praising.

Her small and gentle hand was rubbing the face of the man in front of her, she had already suffered enough life to be an innocent naive girl.

Tarrant turned around and gave his last smile before he walked out of his sister's room.

Cyra looked at the dagger given by her brother, looking so sharp and shiny.

The test!

"Ck!" he frowned when he accidentally injured his own hand.

The drops of his blood absorbed and entered into the beautiful red gem, while Cyra was unaware of it because she put down her dagger and covered her wound with cloth.

The deg!

"Akh!"

Cyra flinched, her heart as if pausing for a moment. The nerves in his body seemed to be exploding and overflowing with each other and then splitting into each other in his body.

"Akh!"

He immediately fell to the floor, the pain this time was so great and attacked him suddenly for no reason and he was sure the mother was not the effect of the poison he was drinking.

"Ukh!"

Streams of fresh blood flowed out from his mouth, his entire being spilled onto the floor until the white-colored sleeping pajamas were dirty with his bloodstains.

What the hell's going on? Why is it like this?!

There were no words he could spit out as he continuously vomited fresh blood from his mouth.

Clangs!

The dagger fell as he tried to grab something else on his table.

The rays?

Cyra frowned, his body still felt like it was in an all-out shred but the red light that his dagger gave off was like a great light magic.

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Foresta Umbra, Italy 2035

Gunshots rang out against each other, a fitting trap to kill the mafia leader who held all the trade and fields of the illegal plant.

The forest is dark with moonlight and lights from the parked car spotlights that illuminate it.

"He's not human! He's a demon!" said one of the men who wanted to kill the man who looked like he had sharp eyes.

The deg!

The man gasped, his heart bursting from the inside which made him unable to control his pain for a moment.

"Huk!"

Fresh blood flowed out from within his mouth, naturally the people who were besieging him felt astonished yet wanted to utilize him at the same time while looking at the man off guard.

"Foot him!" his words gave the cue to kill the man.