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Kapitel 26: MIC DROP

"THANK you for the generous offer but I have to turn it down, Your Holiness," Neoma said. Then, she sipped her sweet tea first before she explained. "I mean, what's the catch? Why do you need to gain my favor?"

"Princess Neoma, I'm just fond of you because you resemble the late Princess Royal," Saint Zavaroni said. "She was close to my heart and since you are her one and only niece, I want to give you a present in her place."

[Miss me with the b*llshit, Saint Macaroni.]

Well, at first, she really felt like she could be friends with the saint.

But just now, she felt her warning signs ringing. She wasn't saying that Saint Zavaroni was a threat to her. She just felt like he was hiding something from her and that was a deal breaker.

Plus, Saint Zavaroni told her that she couldn't simply trust anyone.

[I'm just following his advice.]

"If you really feel that way, you would have been by my side since the day I was born," she told him coldly. But still, she said those words with a smile. After all, princesses were supposed to smile all the time, right? [Of course not.] "You know how princesses in the royal family are treated. If you really care about me, you would have at least showed your face once. As the saint, I'm sure you have the power to visit me even though our birth is supposed to be a secret. But if you don't have that kind of power, then I pity you." She put down the tea cup on the saucer before she smirked at the saint. "I don't need a powerless saint by my side."

Boom, macaroni!

If she was in the modern world, she would have even acted like she was dropping a mic after saying that bad*ss line.

It sounded bad*ss to her, at least.

Saint Zavaroni, after falling silent for a few seconds, smiled before he spoke again. "After losing Her Royal Highness Princess Nichole, I told myself that I wouldn't get too attached to any member of the royal family again."

"Alright," she said, then she sipped her tea again. Now her hunch that the saint needed something from her was practically confirmed. If he decided to stay away from the royal family, there must be a reason as to why he was trying to get her favor now. "So, what made you decide to get close to me this time?"

"I saw a prophecy, Your Royal Highness," the saint finally confessed. "Your role in the empire is going to be important in the future."

[Ah, so that's why he wants to "take care" of me now.]

The saint would probably benefit from that prophecy or something.

She would admit that she was kind of disappointed to know that the saint really had a hidden motive for acting friendly with her. But at the same time, a bulb lit up in her head when she realized that she could use that "prophecy" to her advantage.

"Your Holiness, did you tell His Majesty about that prophecy?"

He nodded. Judging by the way he looked at her, she could tell that he already knew what she was thinking. "Yes, I did," he confirmed. "I know what you're thinking and you are correct, Your Royal Highness. Because of that prophecy, His Majesty wouldn't try to kill you for now."

""For now?""

"I already told His Majesty that we could use your Mana as a temporary solution to Prince Nero's predicament," the saint said. "As long as the prince's doesn't worsen again, the emperor wouldn't try to sacrifice your life to extend Prince Nero's life."

That meant that when the time comes that Nero would seriously need her life force, then the sc*mbag wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice her despite the prophecy.

Well, at least the prophecy would buy her some time.

"Can't you really not do anything to undo the black magic in Nero's body, Your Holiness?" she asked curiously.

"As of now, there's nothing I can do for His Royal Highness except to slow down the harmful effect of the curse," he said. "But I am and won't stop looking for a way to completely heal him."

"Then, I will entrust my brother's life to you, Your Holiness."

He paused, then blinked several times. "Princess Neoma, aren't you going to ask more about the prophecy that I mentioned?"

"I don't believe in prophecies," she said with a sweet smile. "Only I will decide what I'm going to do in the future."

"Are you saying that you can change the future on your own, Princess Neoma?"

She laughed heartily at the silly question. "I already did, Your Holiness."

His furrowed brows made it obvious that her statement confused him. "What do you mean by that, Your Royal Highness?"

"No comment," she said, then she covered her mouth with her hands when she yawned. "I believe that it's already my bed time, Your Holiness. Can we start transferring my excess Mana to Nero now? I want to go back to the palace as soon as possible."

After all, she was worried about Lewis.

[I hope the sc*mbag's men didn't hurt my butler.]

"I will prepare the necessary arrangements now, Your Royal Highness," the saint said, then he gave her a curious look. "Princess Neoma, my offer still stands. I know that you hate the reason behind what I offered. But my blessing can help you protect yourself."

"I know that I don't have the luxury to be prideful given my situation," she started carefully. "But still, I don't want to receive a blessing from someone whom I don't fully trust yet. I can get by without enhancing the things that I have right now. Maybe if you offered something more tempting, I would have considered it."

"What can be more tempting than the things I offered, Your Royal Highness?"

"If you offered me the blessing of gaining the heavens' favor, I would have gladly accepted it," Neoma said with a smile. "Only something as enormous as the love of the gods could satisfy my greed, Your Holiness."

Saint Zavaroni looked surprised. But after a while, he smiled as if he was satisfied by what she said. "You're definitely a de Moonasterio. Only the royal family members can be as greedy as you are," he said with a hint of amusement in his voice. He also spoke casually to her, but she let that slide. "But I'm glad to know that you won't settle for less, Princess Neoma."

***

NERO thought he was having a nightmare when he saw Emperor Nikolai's grumpy face as soon as he woke up.

Annoyed, he closed his eyes again.

"Open your eyes before I get angry, Prince Nero," Emperor Nikolai said in a menacing voice. "One insolent child is enough."

Nero opened his eyes to give the emperor a cold look. "Neoma isn't an insolent child, Your Majesty. She's kind, well-mannered, and very lady-like. My sister is a proper royal princess."

"I think the black magic is already causing you brain damage," the emperor, who sat on a chair beside his bed with his arms crossed over his chest, deadpanned. "And perhaps, blindness."

He just let out a deep sigh. "Why are you here, Your Majesty?"

"You know why I'm here, Prince Nero," he said coldly. "Why did you want to tie your life force with Princess Neoma? If she dies, you'll die as well."

"I thought I already told you that if my sister dies, I'll take my own life as well?"

The emperor let out a frustrated sigh. "Now I understand why some people think that the maturity that the royal children possess is a curse."

Nero's teacher also told him before that the royal children could never be treated as normal because their brain develops faster than the average kids their age. That was why their empire had produced the youngest emperors in history without backlash from its citizens. After all, everyone knew that a de Moonasterio heir was a cut above the rest.

According to the books, their early maturity was a present from Yule– the God of Moon. Their history suggested that Yule blessed the royal children with maturity because he knew that a lot of people would always be after the life of a de Moonasterio. In short, it was to ensure that the royal children could protect themselves at such a young age.

"I consider it as a blessing though," Nero said. "After all, thanks to this brain of mine, I can protect Neoma properly."

Frustration was now written all over Emperor Nikolai's face. "Nero," he called him casually but in a firm manner now. "It's not a crown prince's job to protect a mere princess's life. Wake up, will you? You're my heir apparent. And one day, you're going to inherit the throne."

"How can a man who can't even protect his twin sister become the emperor?" he asked his father bitterly. "Can an emperor who can't even save the life of one person protect the lives of his people?"

The emperor who looked stoic for most of the time, looked shocked right now.

Of course, he asked those questions with the intention of attacking his father. Unlike his innocent twin sister, he knew the dark history of their family…

… including the story of Her Royal Highness Princess Nichole.

[Our father's older twin sister.]

"I'm going to grow up as a better brother and a better emperor than you, Your Majesty," Nero declared, then he closed his eyes. "Mark my words."

Of course, the prideful Emperor Nikolai just scoffed. "Let's just see where your arrogance will take you, Prince Nero."

***

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Kapitel 27: THROW THE WHOLE MAN AWAY

"YOUR ROYAL Highness, please rest here for the meantime," High Priest Wellington told Neoma as he ushered her to a parlor room. "We will summon you once His Holiness is done with the preparations needed for the Mana transfusion."

Neoma sat on the sofa and looked at the High Priest seriously. "Your Eminence?"

The High Priest smiled gently. "Yes, Your Royal Highness?"

"Your last name is Wellington, isn't it?" she asked curiously. "Is there a chance that a dish was named after your family name? Perhaps, a pie made of fillet steak coated in pâté de foie gras, wrapped in puff pastry, then baked?"

She was proud of herself for memorizing the W*kipedia description of a beef wellington. Back in her second life, she had a phase where she got so obs*ssed with G*rdon R*msay that she watched all his cooking shows. Thanks to that obsession, she got so curious of his signature dish– the beef wellington– that she even tried to replicate the dish.

Thus, she memorized the recipe and the definition of beef wellington.

Reminiscing a part of her second life made her realize one crucial thing about her current personality.

[I got my dirty mouth from G*rdon R*msay!]

After all, the chef was known for cursing a lot.

[And I mean, like, A LOT.]

Gosh, she should have just watched P*ppa Pig. If she did, maybe she had gotten her dream British accent back in her second life. Well, G*rdon R*msay was also an Englishman but the chef cursed way too much that she couldn't really appreciate his accent.

"I apologize but I'm afraid I don't understand your question, Your Royal Highness," High Priest Wellington said. "The origin of my family name has always rooted from serving the church and the gods. The third saint of the empire was Saint Wellington, my ancestor."

"Oh, I see," Neoma said, cutting-off the High Priest with a smile. She was no longer interested in his family name's origin now that she knew that it had nothing to do with beef wellington. "Thank you for bringing me here, Your Eminence."

Knowing that he was already being dismissed, His Eminence smiled and bowed to her before he left the room quietly.

She was yet to get comfy in her seat when the door opened…

… and then Emperor Nikolai entered the parlor room.

[My day be fine then boom! A wild sc*mbag appears.]

"Papa Boss, I want to stand up and greet you properly but my short legs are too tired," Neoma lied. Well, she was tired but not to the point that she couldn't stand up. Still, she felt too lazy to move just to greet her father. They were alone in the room anyway. "Let me give you a salute instead."

She really did give the emperor a salute.

Emperor Nikolai, who seemed to be already used to her shenanigans, just ignored her salute and sat on the sofa opposite hers. "Why didn't you complete the forbidden spell that will tie your life force to Prince Nero?" he confronted her. "That was your only chance to ensure your survival for the rest of your life."

"How did you know that I didn't tie my life force with his?" she asked curiously. "Did Nero or the saint tell you, Papa Boss?"

"They don't need to tell me anything," he said. "As someone who executed the same forbidden spell a few years ago, I can tell whether you did it or not."

Ah, right.

Saint Macaroni told her about Her Royal Highness Princess Nichole who was forced to sacrifice her life for her father.

"Are you trying to gain my sympathy, Princess Neoma?"

She laughed at his accusation. "Papa Boss, never in a million years would I try to gain your sympathy. I know that you don't have a heart. Much more empathy."

He raised a brow, obviously offended. But he also probably knew that she just stated the obvious. Hence, he remained silent.

"I didn't agree with Nero's plan because my moral compass can't stomach it," she said. "But don't get me wrong, Papa Boss. I don't plan to die anytime soon. And you can't kill me either because Nero needs my Mana."

"That's right," he confirmed and that surprised her.

[Wow, someone is being agreeable tonight, huh?]

"The saint already told me about the Mana transfusion," the emperor said. "Apparently, only your Mana is suitable for Nero's body because your Mana is quite similar to your twin brother's."

She didn't make it obvious but she was relieved.

[It sounds like His Majesty doesn't have any intention to kill me.]

Now it was time to push her luck.

"Your Majesty, the Mana transfusion will happen once every month," she said. "I want to be compensated for that. But instead of gold coins, I want you to grant me a wish every time I give my Mana to Nero. So after the Mana transfusion tonight, I want you to give me something."

"What do you want?"

"Lewis's freedom."

The emperor looked quite surprised by her request. "Do you understand that if I give back the commoner child's freedom, he will no longer be supported by the palace? I accepted the foxy boy in exchange of his servitude. If he becomes free, then there will be no reason for him to stay. That also means he can't be your butler anymore."

"I will hire Lewis as my butler and official personal knight once he's free," she said. "I will pay his salary using my own money. And my palace will provide everything that he will need."

"The royal knights will definitely get offended once you choose the foxy boy as your personal knight," he said firmly. "He's not even a squire. And most of all, don't forget that only nobles are allowed to be royal knights."

"Then change the law, Papa Boss," she said casually. "You're the emperor, aren't you?"

Emperor Nikolai gave her a dire stare, then he let out a deep sigh. "Fine, I will release the foxy boy. Once I do, he'll be your responsibility. Let's talk about his position when we get back to the palace."

Neoma smiled brightly. "Thank you, Papa Boss."

***

NEOMA woke up when she felt a warm hand on her cheek. When she opened her eyes, Nero's bright smile greeted her. "Hello, Big Brother," she said in a sleepy voice.

"I'm sorry if I wake you up, my precious Neoma," Nero, who sat beside her, said. "But how do you feel? You transferred some of your Mana to me so you must be tired."

She covered her mouth when she yawned. It kind of registered to her that she was laying on the bed beside Nero. They were in a different and more luxurious room this time. "I'm okay, Big Brother," she assured him. Then, she got up while looking at her twin brother worriedly. "You're already up. Do you feel better now?"

He nodded. "Thanks to your Mana, I'm feeling better now," he said, then he held her hand and placed it on his cheek. "Thank you for saving me, Neoma."

She pouted because she knew she didn't deserve his gratitude. "Mana transfusion is only a temporary solution, Big Brother."

"Don't worry, Neoma," he assured her, the he squeezed her hand. "I already made sure that His Majesty will never let anything bad happen to you."

"What did you threaten Papa with, Big Brother?"

"You don't have to worry about it, Neoma," he told her with a smile. But then, he suddenly fell gloomy. "His Majesty was here a while ago. He said you'll leave the temple once you wake up. Apparently, both of you have to be back to the palace before dawn breaks."

"Don't be sad, Big Brother," she comforted him. "I will call you every night. And we'll meet once a month for your Mana transfusion, too. Plus, everything is temporary. Once you're fully healed, we can be together in the palace again."

That seemed to cheer him up. "Be careful in the palace, Neoma," he told her. "If His Majesty does anything to you, don't hesitate to tell me."

"Thank you, Big Brother," she said in a sweet voice. "But don't worry too much about me. I can take care of myself now."

[Plus, if the sc*mbag puts my life in danger again, I'll throw the whole man away.]

"Why do you sound so confident?" he asked in an amused voice. "Did you find a way to blackmail His Majesty?"

She couldn't tell him about the deal that he made with the emperor.

So she just made the first excuse that entered her now exhausted mind.

"I have a butler-slash-knight now, Big Brother," she told him cheerfully so he wouldn't worry too much about her. "Lewis is only three years older than us but he's very dependable. He's a little weird but he's a good boy. Plus, he's very strong so I know that he can protect me."

"A boy around your age has become your butler and knight?" he asked with a somewhat eerie smile. "And his name is Lewis. Is that right?"

She nodded, but for some reason, her twin brother's smile was making her feel nervous. "Yes, his name is Lewis. Why do you ask, Big Brother?"

"Oh, nothing," Nero said, his smile became wider but also creepier. "I can't wait to meet Lewis and thank him for protecting you, my precious Neoma."

Neoma smiled but deep inside, she was getting a little paranoid.

[Why does it sound like Nero is threatening Lewis?]

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