My Bad Princess's
Good Boy

Foresta Umbra, Italy 2035

The beautiful little hand was covered in blood, the beautiful face of an angel smilingly looking at and looking at the whole corpse that was not intact anymore.

The vines in his hands were like hungry dogs that continued to suck and eat the dead before finally re-entering his body.

Alessio said nothing, he was too much hurt to speak or digest the situation.

Cyra turned his head, looking at the man who was still sitting with blood. Wounds and injuries that are fatal but still alive.

Actually, he was a little surprised if the man was still breathing until now.

He moved closer, this time there was nothing more disturbing because in the dark and vast forest it was just and he and the unknown man.

"Like his wounds are very bad," said Cyra while wiping and stroking the fresh blood.

The fragrant aroma was becoming more and more, it was like a being thirsty for something. A motivation that he himself does not understand and why it can be so.

Alessio flinched, the girl approached suddenly and saw a wound on her face. A fragrance similar to a rose directly entered into her nose.

"You're so sweet." said Cyra, who lost control of herself when she smelled the man's blood, which was sweet unlike the blood she used to smell.

Alessio did not say anything for a while, but he revealed a slanted smile.

The girl's face was very close to her, she could even see her pink lips clearly even in minimal lighting.

"You're sure that scent came from me?" tanya who felt the foreign girl was so fragrant.

"Yes," answered Cyra softly and began vowling with the tip of her tongue at the blood flowing down the man's cheek.

His taste was like a hypnotist asking him to eat the man.

The deg!

Alessio flinched, with strength still remaining he pushed the small shoulder away instantly.

"What are you doing?!" her question was certainly not able to trust intact to the strange girl who could kill and suddenly asked for her blood.

Cyra silently said nothing, her flat face seemed to taste the sweet taste of blood.

"Your wounds are healed" said her softly who was also so confused when she saw the wound on the man's cheek slowly closing like a laser.

Alessio frowned, he immediately held onto his cheek and indeed his pain was lessened like a healed wound.

No wait for a long time Cyra felt the body with muscles printed clearly behind a shirt that was wet with fragrant blood.

His hands opened slowly one by one the man's shirt and of course Alessio immediately caught his hand.

Greb!

"You saved me for this?" her question with a smirk and furrowed brows looked at the level of the girl.

Cyra remained silent, saying nothing and removing the button of the man's shirt with his other hand.

"If you try to do something I swear I'll kill you" said Alessio, angered by the sassy touch.

But Cyra did not listen, he did not care because he knew his position was stronger than the man lying down.

"Eitherway? Or maybe you'll die first?" he asked with a thin smile as his fingers began to pry and get into the gunshot wound in the man's stomach.

He was curious about something that had been fired and entered and disappeared not like an arrow that seemed to stick.

"Ukh!"

Alessio seemed to endure the excruciating pain as the girl who resembled the winter elf took a bullet in her abdomen without any anesthesia and and tampa a scalpel.

"Oh! This her?" said Cyra who was then immediately diverted to the bullet child that he managed to take in the man's stomach.

"Well..."

Alessio looked increasingly pale, his intestines like being shredded out by the girl.

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

"You have to take me home first" Cyra said as she rubbed the man's burly jaw and spoke softly.

"Damn! Shut your mouth! Escort you?! I'm dying!" said Alessio who felt irritated because his wounds only got worse due to the curiosity of the girl.

Cyra did not reply, but it was true that the man looked so pale at this moment like he was going to die now.

He lowered his head lower, pushing the man's shoulder to lean more against the root of the large tree.

Slurp!

The deg!

Alessio flinched, the pain, soreness and tingling mixed in instantly, he gazed towards the silver hair that seemed to be looking down to 'treat' his wounds in another way.

Cyra paused for a moment, he gazed towards the wound that was starting to close it.

Supposedly with the strength of the white mana he had he still could not treat someone in such a way.

Why is the man in front of her different?

"I told you I wouldn't let you die" said the man who raised his head while rubbing his blood-soaked lips and put them back in his mouth.

Alessio did not say anything but it was true that his wounds were covered once the girl ate her blood.

Silence with the sound of insects within the forest rang out, there was no talk for a while even just to ask what his name was.

Shortly after the sound of the approaching car engine made Cyra flinch, he immediately turned his head and a bright light without magic was approaching.

Nah!

"Who are you?"

Cyra was silent for a while, he did not know what weapon was attached to the back of his head but he knew it could endanger himself.

"They're your subordinates? Tell them to leave" Cyra told Alessio

"Well, whether they go or not" he said to the girl with a slanted smile.

"You forgot that I helped you?" cyra asked with an annoyed smile.

"Don't believe in strangers too easily" Alessio told the girl.

Cyra was silent for a moment, her small hand touching the chest of the man in front of her.

"I don't know who's behind me, but if you kill me, the man in front of me will die, too."

"Death so tormented." continued her who grew her vines again to stab the man's heart.

Those dark eyes trembled, even the gun in his hands seemed to waver.

"Cardy? Stop it" Alessio said to his subordinates.

Cyra smiled, he approached and rubbed Alessio's pale face.

"Smart boy.." whispered he shrieked.

Alessio only smiled angrily seeing the girl who looked younger than him say like she was the one who had to submit.