Royal Secret: I'm a Princess!

WHEN HANNA got out of the temple, West in his human form greeted her.

The White Tiger held the unconscious Jeanne Audley in his arms while looking up at the temple.

When she turned around, she realized that the white honeycomb barrier that covered the entire Light Temple was swallowing the Darkness oozing out of it. It was probably Paige Avery's purification spell.

[Lady Paige is really strong.]

"Hanna Quinzel," West yelled with urgency while running in her direction. "Get down!"

Hanna heard West, but when she felt a chilling presence above her, her head moved on its own and looked up…

… there, she saw a pair of red eyes literally ogling her.

[A god…?]

<"Hanna Quinzel, thank you for the delicious meal.">

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WHEN HANNA came to be, she found herself alone in a dark room while facing a pair of red eyes attached to the wall.

[This… isn't reality.]

She was probably summoned into a different dimension. If not a Spirit, then only a god could do something like this.

A god.

Lukas mentioned his master enjoying his meal earlier, and the voice that she heard earlier thanked her for a delicious meal, too. If she wasn't mistaken, the Dark Elf's master was…

"Lord Helstor," Hanna said in disbelief. "The God of Eternal Darkness."

<"As expected of the future Crown Princess of the Great Moonasterion Empire.">

"I am more than that, Lord Helstor."

<"I know that now. I thought Gavin Quinzel was the genius that the world hadn't seen before. But I was wrong. You are much more talented and promising than your uncle.">

"You're praising me too much, my lord."

The god laughed as if he was amused.

<"How polite. Ah, I'm not being sarcastic. I'm used to Neoma de Moonasterio's arrogance, so it's refreshing to see a polite and modest child like you.">

"It's because of Princess Neoma, respect must be earned," she said politely. She addressed Neoma by her title because she was talking to a complete stranger. "However, I'm only being polite because of my upbringing and not because I respect you genuinely, my lord."

The god just laughed once again.

<"Hanna Quinzel, are you aware that the Quinzels used to worship me?">

"Yes, my lord."

<"How would you like to be the saintess of my religion once I gain enough power to emerge to the world once again?">

"I respectfully decline, Lord Helstor," she said without missing a beat. "I do not have the slightest desire to become your saintess."

The god's offer wasn't something worth mulling over, to be honest.

<"If you don't join my side, then I'll consider you and your family as enemies even though I have a soft spot for you.">

She let out a sarcastic laugh. "My lord, is it natural to feast on the despair of the people you are "fond" of?"

<"I knew you'd figure it out as soon as Lukas opened his big mouth earlier.">

"My lord, you're mistaken about one thing," she said, ignoring what the god said earlier. "It's not you who gets to decide whether we are enemies or not– it's entirely up to me. And the moment you tried to hurt Princess Neoma, we've already become enemies."

<"Hanna Quinzel, you're too good to just become one of Neoma de Moonasterio's followers.">

"I am not Princess Neoma's follower," she said. "I am her family."

<"Aww… how cute! The future leaders of the empire are playing family.">

"If you have nothing else to say, then do you mind sending me back, my lord?"

<"This is only the time that I will be lenient to you, Hanna Quinzel,"> Helstor warned her. <"The next time I summoned you, you'll have no choice but to join my side.">

"Don't worry, Lord Helstor," Hanna said, smiling. "The next time you summon me, I'll be strong enough to fight you."

***

THERE WAS a reason why there were gods who wanted Mona Roseheart to disappear from this world.

And the reason was simple.

"Genevieve, it's been a while," Mona whispered to herself while the rose at the end of her staff was glowing. "Come out and let's punish those who break the rules."

No longer than a few seconds, a gigantic right hand overflowing with divine power appeared beside her.

Long, slender fingers.

Pristine nails.

Fancy rings on each finger filled with pure Mana.

Ancient letters tattooed all over the back of the hand.

It was the divine hand of Genevieve– the Goddess of Divine Oaths.

Just like what her title suggested, she was the goddess that regulated the divine oaths made by the gods and the humans of the Ancient Period. One of the oaths made back then was the promise that the gods wouldn't descend into the human world without the approval of the God Among Gods.

Genevieve had the authority to punish the gods who would break that particular rule.

[That's why out of all the gods willing to lend their power to me, I chose Genevieve.]

And she chose the Goddess of Divine Oaths because she wanted to make sure that the gods wouldn't be able to mess with the human world.

<"I've missed you, Mona.">

She smiled when she felt a warm air embrace her.

It was Genevieve who hugged her with her divine power since she didn't have a physical body.

"I've missed you, too, Genevieve," she said, smiling. "Did you have a good nap while I was away?"

When she was trapped in the block of ice at the bottom of the sea, Genevieve hid herself and entered a deep slumber to protect herself from the other gods. After all, the gods who wanted to go down to the human world needed to kill the Goddess of Divine Oaths in order to get rid of the oath that prevented them from descending.

Genevieve was powerless without the 'Medium' that connected the Upper World and the human world.

That 'Medium' was Mona Roseheart.

And why was she chosen?

"They said only a god can fight another god," Mona whispered to herself, smiling. She was standing on the roof of the highest tower in the Royal Palace while looking at the pair of gigantic red eyes above her. "I don't like the fact that you're making me look up at you while you're looking down at me."

She pointed the end of her staff in the space between the two colossal red orbs.

Just like that, the enormous pair of red eyes fell down to the ground fast– creating an enormous crater as a result.

Now it was her turn to look down at the unnamed god.

"It's true that only a god can fight another god," she said, then she raised her hand to gently pet Genevieve's hand. But since it was enormous, her hand was only big enough to touch one of the knuckles of her fingers. "Luckily, I have the ability to borrow the power of gods."

Because only she among the Summoners in the world could actually wield the power of gods.

Thus, the followers of the gods who wanted to descend to the human world were adamant about killing Mona, too. If she disappeared, Genevieve would weaken as well. And once the Goddess of Divine Oaths died, the oath would lose its effect.

"Genevieve, that one can't be a Major God, right?" she asked, while looking at the pair of red orbs. "It doesn't even look like it has its own will."

<"It's a Mid God– the God of Recollection.">

A Mid God was a god with average power.

<"The God of Recollection has the power to show humans in the brink of death the memories of their lives through images played in their mind quickly,"> Genevieve explained. <"And since many humans die at the same time, the God of Recollection is known to have thousands of eyes.">

"Ah," she said, nodding. "That explains the hundreds of eyes in the palace right now."

Thankfully, William was there to get rid of the eyes that were literally looking for Nero.

<"Since the eyes of the God of Recollection aren't meant for fighting, they're weak. I can sense that William is doing a great job getting rid of the eyes.">

That was the reason why she was calm now.

[I can entrust my son to William.]

"Genevieve, does the God of Recollection has the right to be here?"

<"Yes. He dwells in the human world because his job is to make humans remember their vivid memories before they die. However, gods who gained the rights to live here made an oath that they would never transform into their real form without permission. The fact that only his eyes remained means he tried to transform into his actual form, but failed.">

"Is it possible that someone else has forced him to transform?" she said while looking at the pair of red orbs that remained unmoving while stuck in the crater they created on the ground. "It looks lifeless."

<"That could be the case.">

"Then can we take it as the God of Recollection breaking the rules?"

<"Yes– we have the right to punish him.">

That was all she needed to hear.

She grabbed the handle of her staff tighter, then she pointed the fully bloomed rose at the red orbs. Her unique pink Mana and Genevieve's blue divine power gathered at the tip of the staff until the color changed into lavender.

The impact of her Mana and the goddess's divine power combined together created a violent gush of wind around. In fact, the nearby establishments cracked, along with the roof of the tower that she was stepping on.

[Sorry for destroying your properties, Nikolai!]

"God of Recollection, you no longer have the right to stay in the human world," Mona said in a solemn voice, then she swung her staff hard. "I bestow Divine Banishment upon you!"

Nydia, her staff, produced a lavender energy shaped like a curved blade.

It hit the left eye first, then it ricocheted until it hit the right eye.

Divine Banishment was a technique Mona would use to banish divine or transcendent beings and objects from specific places where they weren't supposed to appear.

That was exactly why she and Genevieve worked together well.

Her thoughts were distracted when she heard a bloodcurdling cry followed by an earthquake.

The ground shook because the red eyes were resisting the Divine Banishment.

<"Is that Darkness?">

When Mona looked closer, she realized that the red eyes were brimming with what looked like "black" tears. But upon closer inspection, it became evident that the black tears were actually Darkness in its liquid form.

"The eyes are going to explode," she said with urgency. "Should we kill him?"

<"Killing a god before it self-destructs is the only way to stop it from exploding.">

She was about to say something when she heard a chilling voice of a man in her head.

<"Mona Roseheart, you do not have the authority to kill gods.">

She shut her eyes tight and clutched her head when the new presence forced a link in her mind.

When she closed her eyes, she woke up in another dimension.

There, in an empty white room, she saw an immaculately handsome man sitting on a plain white throne with his legs crossed, his elbow propped up against the armrest, and his cheek pressed against his fist.

Curly, violet hair.

Bored, red eyes.

Pale skin.

The man wearing a black turtle neck shirt with a white robe draped over his shoulders, pants, and boots looked like a normal person.

But his ridiculously strong divine power said otherwise.

Mona, much to her shock, was forced to kneel in front of the god. She couldn't even raise her head because of the pressure crushing her body.

That was how powerful he was.

"The God Among Gods," Mona said through gritted teeth, resisting the pressure crushing her in order to raise her head and meet the god's red eyes. "Lord Levi."

"Mona Roseheart, I summoned you here because I believe we have something important to talk about," Levi said in a bored yet commanding voice. "As Yoan's father, I refuse to accept Neoma de Moonasterio as my daughter-in-law– my kindhearted son is too good for your blasphemous and untamed daughter."

Excuse me?

Did this man just insult her Baby Muffin?

Mona was offended. "Lord Levi, you should be honored that my precious daughter whose standards are as high as the sky has taken an interest in your son."

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