The Monster's and the princess

The Monster's and the princess

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This is a story about a powerful king name Demetrius who found a girl named Estelle in a bush and decides to help thou he's kind of a monster and never has compassion on anyone, it's a fascinating novel filled with intriguing and full of a suspense thriller.

The Monster's and the princess Chapter 1 Lord Demetrius

My Lord, everything is finished." Erie went to the man beneath the tree, who was standing in the shadows.

What about the Earl?"I will bring him, My Lord." Einrie was on her way to go get the Earl.

There is no need to achieve our goal of visiting this place. Simply murder him." He gave an order.

Einrie bows his head and turns to follow his Lord's instructions.

Because Forest Avar is so large, the fire won't be able to burn the entire forest, but it will be able to burn Earl Cromwell's fortress completely.

The boldness to approach his people and exploit them for financial gain.

The Earl is requesting death; sell them as a product.

While wandering the flaming stronghold, Demetrius noticed something on the ground.

It's not one of his people and it's not a demon. However, it was clear that the object was a slave owned by Earl Cromwell.

He asked himself, "What is this thing doing here?"

Demetrius knelt and gave the child a closer look.

It continues to exist. I mean, I was breathing heavily.

The child moaned in agony, "A-agh.."

He briefly saw the child open his eyes and look at him, but the moment passed and he returned to unconsciousness.

Demetrius is debating whether to keep the child with him or not. He shouldn't be concerned because it's not even a demon. It's just a child, human.

It grabs his finger as he is about to stand up.

The child's hand hardly has enough strength to fully grasp one of his fingers. Even though the child isn't very strong, he can pull his hand quite easily, but he doesn't. Nor does he know why.

"My Lord!" Einrie dialed.

As Einrie approached his Lord, he noticed that he was holding his finger with a child.

A child touching his Lord-how dare he?

The most revered and feared of all the Demon Lords?

Just as Einrie was about to ask his Lord, Demetrius emerged, bearing the child that was neither demonic nor known.

"Oh Lord, that's-

Demetrius interrupted Einrie before he could say anything more.

"I'm going to bring this kid.

Tell the other person to return.

"Declared Demetrius.

Afraid Einrie did as his Lord had instructed, Apostolic Domain

[Demon Castle]

"Mmm, n..."With a sigh, Estelle slowly opened his eyes. Ann alien ceiling. Is he no longer alive?

Do deceased people go here?

Estelle made himself sit upright.

All over, he felt weak. How is it possible for the dead to feel pain?

After rubbing her eyes, Estelle surveys the entire space. Her feet catch her attention, and they seem oddly small.

She looks at her hands right away, and they are also small. Her entire body is tiny!

What was her fate? Did she get smaller?

Not at all!

She knew right away that wasn't the case when she saw her hair.

She forced herself to go down to the bed, even though she still felt weak, and discovered how extremely high it was.

Tumbling onto her rear. She gets up and approaches a large mirror.

She then noticed a strange face there. A young person.

She recognizes something, and her eyes enlarge with shock. Something she is aware of that is improbable but not completely unfeasible.

"W-wait.. Did I... Did Reincarnate?"

And when she believed she could at last find peace.

Enraged, Estelle tightly clenches her child's hand. But I'm not sure with whom to take offense. The person who injured her was not someone who lived in the same universe as them.

What the f*ck do they expect from her, exactly?

She voluntarily accepts death as her freedom because all she wants is to relax and for everything to end.

However, what the h*ll?

Do they wish for her to experience the same pain in a different life?

Is watching her struggle enjoyable?

When Estelle heard the door open, she saw a woman with two tiny horns and a tail with a heart-shaped tip.

An Undead One?

Is she, way?

Why does she belong to the Demons?

Could it be that she has also been reborn as a demon?

Estelle instantly examines her entire body and finds that she is devoid of a tail, horn, scales, or even sharp teeth.

Is she not a Demon?

Why, then, is she with the Demons?

The woman simply gives Estelle a worried look while she looks at her with suspicion.

Is this child someone she knows?

Estelle made herself remember that perhaps memories from this body would return. BUT NOTHING.

She shut her eyes tightly and suddenly recalled something.

She recalled that she was being held by a man. Though she dismissed it as unimportant, could it be that man who had brought her here?

Frustrated, Estelle tangled her hair, which caused the Demon servant to stare at her with more concern.

Estelle turns to face the Demon girl in the uniform of a maid.

"Who are you?" Her voice sounded like a child's.

She covers her mouth right away. Her voice sounds so strange. It truly is similar to a child. Perhaps when she's an adult, she'll find it endearing for a kid.

However, she is an adult disguised as a child!

And she speaks like a little kid?

She had never experienced embarrassment before.

As if she had any control over it.

"Who are you? "Where am I?" She enquired once more.

When she eventually got herself together, the maid answered her without another word.

It's a youngster! A cute child with an adorable voice speaking!

In her mind, the maid was yelling.

She was aware of how quickly her heart was beating. She couldn't help but smile at the adorable child in front of her. It was also standing like a grown-up. Incredibly cute!

VERY CUTE! How is she going to respond?

Estelle merely gave the Maid a flat stare.

She blushes, but why? Or is it a normal occurrence?

"Hey! I want to know who you are. Furthermore, where am I?"Estelle enquired once more.

This time, the maid gathers herself and bows before responding to her inquiry.

Sent by my Lord, I am Dena, a maid. Miss, I was told to look after you. You are currently standing in the Demon Lord's Castle, and we are in the Ascian Domain. It was His Greatness Lord Demetrius Alastor who saved you."Dena and give her a kind smile.

Estelle was astounded by Dena's words.

D-Demon Fortress? Devil-master?

Like in the Demon Lord whom the whole human race dreaded?

Estelle held up the tip of her jaw and paced back and forth, wondering whether or not everything was real.

Or is this all a delusion, and if so, why are they showing her delusions?

Her frustrations are mounting inside her mind. It's also giving her vertigo.

She sat on the floor like a misbehaving child when she was done prowling her brain for solutions.

And Dena can't stop grinning at how adorable she acts and staring at her.

A minute later, someone else walks into the room. It's a man dressed like a butler this time. Furthermore, he is a rabbit man.

Thus, there are monsters in addition to demons. The race of demons is superior to that of monsters. A monster's best chance of survival is to take human form. Naturally, though, some of their components will still show that they are not entirely human. Demons possess greater intelligence and are capable of using magic. Some even outsmarted us.

"The Lord wants to see the child in the throne room."The butler for rabbits said.

"See me?"Estelle enquired.

"Yes."The bunny responded.

However, Miss, you must first change. "stated Dena.

No. She is unconcerned with her appearance. Why would the Demon King want to see her is the question.

Will she pass away before her time?

Or is he going to devour her?

No. No. No. That is overly suspicious.

If that's not the case, then why?

Estelle surveyed her surroundings. Lovely space.

The bed is incredibly fluffy and soft.

A housekeeper.

It's not accurate to assume that she is being hated given the way they treat her.

Estelle took a quick look in the large mirror.

And above her head, it was like a lightbulb appeared.

The conclusion struck me.

Maybe the Demon Lord is fond of her.

Considering how adorable she is?

For now, they are on foot. Dena and the butler rabbit trailed behind Estelle, who was in the lead.

Dena attempted to carry her, but she refused.

She objects to being touched by others. It is unfamiliar to her. In all honesty, she doesn't like it since none of the people who had an impact on her are memorable for the right reasons.

They came to a stop in front of a massive door.

After knocking twice, the door opened for the bunny butler.

Estelle can see the man sitting on his throne with a disinterested expression in his eyes even before she enters the room.

With his elbow resting on his Majestic Throne arm and his hand restingonn his chin, he is slouching to the left.

She shivers as his crimson eyes glare at her from a distance. Estelle could tell the man seated on the throne was extremely powerful just by looking at him.

The door shut behind them as soon as they walked in. There was no way for her to escape if the Demon Lord attempted to kill her.

Her heart is beating louder with each step she takes.

He stands before the alleged Demon Lord. Thee actual darkness.

If this is her former self, though, she may be able to hide her nervousness because she is currently a child in her body.

It seems as though the room's aura will cause this body to react even though she isn't afraid.

Estelle came to a halt under the throne. She is getting more anxious because the man is still silent.

In this case, what is she supposed to do?

In addition, she is a child in her own body. So that they won't be suspicious and give her more trouble, she might as well pretend to be one.

She may be let to go if they thought she was just a typical, happy, bubbly child.

"Name." A chilly voice queries.

Estelle's anxiety increased.

What will she say? Is it okay to use her given name? She didn't know who owned this body or what their name was.

"E-Estelle."She responded, attempting to sound like a naive youngster.

The room fell silent once more.

Oh, ahem! Thus... Are you a slave owned by Earl Cromwell?

Demon Lord queries.

A slave? Which slave? Cromwell?

She can't remember the name, but it seems familiar.

"C-Cromwell?" she naively questioned.

Demetrius is giving the child enough attention to avoid frightening her.

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