My Bad Princess's

Need My Help?

Foresta Umbra, Italy 2035

Alessio Renfred, 27 years old and at a young age, was able to carry out several attacks.

Do not know who his parents are, because he lives in an orphanage and repeatedly adopted and then returned because every time there is a new family who adopts it there will be an accident.

He also does not know what and actually why he is very interested in something that satisfies his ego.

Whether it's a brutal passion or a big n*fsu. It is like a push in itself that keeps him moving and waking up until he reaches his current position.

Enter into the dark organization and become the leader of the group itself when it has killed the leader before it.

Alessio heard the order that wanted to shoot him, he was still very difficult to move his body even though he had heard and knew if the people in the place wanted to point bullets at him.

Uhh!

The ringis while pulling the trigger and directing first.

DOR'S!

The man rolled over on the damp ground and shrub it, his subordinates still trying to find his current location.

He should have returned and travelled to Milan tonight after checking out some of his equipment in the villas he owned around the Umbra forest area.

But it turns out that one of his subordinates betrayed his trap, because it is impossible for outsiders to know about the schedule he has.

DOR'S!

Uhh!

Alessio flinched, one bullet hitting his right hand which made him drop the gun he was holding.

The pain was still so surrounding her that it made her unable to move at all.

"Damn! I'll rip you all off!" his decak who felt so angry when he was attacked when he was still caught off guard against the pain that suddenly came and could not control himself.

He pointed his gun, grabbed someone closest to him and tried to hit to be made a shield and took his weapon as well.

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Levensberg Empire.

Duchy Helemites

Ecklart Mansion

Some looked towards the princess's room which looked more radiant than usual, not the light of the lamp but the red light that looked so bright.

While the owner of the room could not move at all, he was still lying and seemed to endure the pain.

Whatisthis?

He drowned me, I couldn't breathe. It feels like being in water.

Why can't my voice come out?

No one came here? I can't move either. Am I going to die now?

Then all this will be in vain?

The red light swallowed slowly, one by one and then devoured the girl's body.

The interconnected twists and turns made her seem drunk and lose her consciousness slowly bit by bit.

The silver eye slowly changed, a red light that followed from within the clear iris before it closed.

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Foresta Umbra, Italy 2035

The deg!

Huh!

Cyra woke up, he flinched and then immediately woke up.

His silver iris looked shiny and repeatedly the red light that came shining into his eyes like it was already flowing something else inside his body.

DOR'S!

DOR'S!

DOR'S!

The gunshot was heard, the girl woke up and immediately looked towards the source of the sound.

He should not care because what he should care more about is the place where he woke up and he did not know at all.

DOR'S!

Once again the sound of the gunshot was heard, there was a sense of interest in itself that out of nowhere to come and look towards the source of the sound.

"Hum?" Cyra flinched, just as she woke up, the dagger that became her sister's birthday present was next to her.

Cyra was silent for a moment and then carried the dagger.

Walking through the dark forest wearing only thin white pajamas with bloodstains from which he spewed earlier and barefoot stepping on the grass and dry leaves that seemed scattered.

The eyes with silver irises narrowed, he saw a bright light but felt no magic power at all.

Stand behind the big trees and see a hail of bullets.

Cyra looked puzzled, he saw something he had never seen before even in his former life.

Crete looked bright like a magic lamp but there were no horses at all. Weapons that are fast and darting and noisy without the need to pull his and the arrows that are on the back.

"What is this place?" his murmured felt so shocked and confused by the place he had come to at this moment without knowing why he could be there.

The dagger in his hand moved, like finding the original owner. More precisely his original lineage of red objects were in our gem it.

"What's this?" Cyra wondered, her tail glancing towards the man who looked scarred yet did not lose consciousness.

His shirt looked colorless when only redness filled him, the handsome face was covered with red liquid on the cheeks and head.

"Why is this knife looking down at him? Does he have a connection?" muttered Cyra who was staring at the man who was already kneeling on the ground because it looked madness of energy when too many bullets entered his body.

"See him! He is still not dead even though he has been injured so far! The devil!"

Exclaimed one of the men who appeared to be approaching with a noisy weapon that shot without the arrow.

He pointed it at someone who had been injured but did not beg for any more pity.

Cyra was still looking at her, a sharp gaze and seemed to feel able to handle herself even though she was on the edge of the horn.

"Hey boy? Need help?"

A thin smile was engraved on his face, he came out from those large and lush trees.

For a moment everyone who was in that place was enchanted like magic and intoxicating siren singing.

Glossy silver hair, an attractive face and iris color that looks very unreasonable and so rare.

"Hey! Don't look at her again! Where did this pel*cur come from? Catch her!" said one of the men who realized it.

Cyra said nothing, in a strange place she did not need to keep her image as a naive stupid girl anymore.

Cracks!

"A.. What is this?"

One of the men who approached at his jolt, he gazed towards the girl who seemed to be moving the plant with her hands.

"Whispering" the vines came from her hands, like a forest monster so beautiful in a bright moon.

Cras!

The vines, pressing and mel*mat the man's body that looked like a snake that was wrapped around until his entire body was crushed and split.

"Akh!"

"The monster!"

The men were shocked to see something unusual, while the girl only smiled and closed her eyes when she saw the rain of blood she had created from someone dying for her herbs.

"You eat well?" his murmurs were softened which looked towards his hand which seemed to have protruding black veins.

Alessio flinched, he frowned and of course the situation was not real for him.

The beautiful girl seemed to approach slowly, the beautiful face could not be covered by blood spots at all.

"Akh!"

The man who had wanted to shoot Alessio seemed to float when someone suddenly pulled his leg.

"Hows it? You need my help?" cyra asked once more while holding the man's chin up to hold on to him.

"Huh? Interesting," muttered Alessio who was staring at the girl. Whether it's the devil or the beautiful angel of death, but he knows she's more dangerous than a viper.

"You too," Cyra replied with a faint smile as she felt the man was very fragrant about something and her like attraction showed something else.

The girl smiled slightly, she pulled her hand and sucked the blood that did not belong to her.

That scent from his blood?

A refreshing sweet taste, before which he never felt that way while eating something.

"Help me" said Alessio, who felt the girl would not harm him.

"Give me your blood in return" replied Cyra who smiled and pulled the man's hand to stand before he killed everyone who was in that place for his poisonous plant food.