Bridget's Little Secret

Princess is a Trash

Hera Poisium is a name of the strongest magician in the world who fought face to face by the world's nemisis, The Demon King. She died after the great battle that last for 2 years long.

The world regain its peace once again.
But the Greatest Sage has died.

"Uh? Where am I?"
Hera looks around.
She is naked in a white plain full of smokes.
She is not embarrassed about her nakedness, she is more concern where she was and what is she doing here.

"Great Sage."
A woman appears from visible air current with her long hair. But though nothing blocks her face, Hera cannot seem to see what she looks like.

"I am here, my goddess." She kneeled.
She doesn't have to think so deeply. A person like her has died along time ago. If she is now talking to someone, it could only be God or the devil.

"You have done a great service to Chisea. You solve the problem and save everyone."

"You praise me too much. I am nothing without your graces. The Gods and Goddesses that show me the way."

"No. Interference from us is forbidden unless necessary. All we could do was gave our blessings to you that you used cleverly."

"If your graces wills it then I will take the credit." A smile appear in her lips.
All she have done from the moment she was deemed a hero was to train and train and train. She travelled alot. Killed monsters in daily basis. She has a man she loves but he eventually get married and stops waiting for her.
Of course, she sometimes find it unfair. But when she killed the demon king, the overwhelming sense of pride makes her cry and proud. She did it.
She ends the war.
Now, she can live the normal life. In a moment of carelessness, with the demon king's last breath, he drove a sword to her chest and they died together.

"We felt indebted to your service. And we only recalled your slumbering soul when an appropriate body that can hold it be born. And today will be the day of your rebirth. To the same world you protected so badly."

"Am I...Going to save the world again as a Hero?" Though she is not fond of it, she won't slack off.

"No. This time you should live how you want to live. No more, we will no more require you to fight. You should be free." A smile appears in the goddess lips and touch Hera's face.
"We owe you alot. And all we can do is gave you another life. I hope this life will be a bit more happier than the last."

"Thank you." Hera smiles.
She doesn't blame anyone.
She doesn't blame herself.
She is a person who do what she wants.
And even if others call her hypocrite in saving people then so be it. She is after all, the Hero.

But since she is no longer one. If she can...she wants to do something she always wanted.
That is to be ordinary.

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"Congratulations Queen. You gave birth to a girl."

"H-huh? B-but surely, surely I dream about a boy. Why is it a girl?" The woman eyes wander and look at all the servants near her.
"I....I lose again." The Queen said sadly.

"But she has your hair Queen." The servant smile bitterly.

The woman looks at the crying baby.
"Tsk."
It is not warmth but coldness.

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"Princess, princess."

Bridget looks at the maid who is clapping her hand.
3 years ago.
She got reborn in this world.
She is now a princess of the same country where she came from.
She always dream about becoming a princess when she was in the orphanage before. To live in a palace and have servants waiting for her.