The Demon Prince goes to the Academy - Chapter 187

When Emily, a terminal cancer patient, took her final breath, she never expected to open her eyes again—especially not as a 7-year-old princess with soft, chubby cheeks and sparkling green eyes. Now living as Princess Evelisse of the grand kingdom of Florabelle, she finds herself surrounded by seven doting older brothers, each more protective than the last, and a kingdom that adores her every smile.But as she adjusts to her new life of frilly dresses, endless pampering, and royal feasts, a cute, chibi-like Fluff System suddenly appears, promising her a life of comfort if she completes weekly “Fluffy Tasks.”Tasks like:✨ “Give your brothers a sweet, tearful smile (Reward: Extra pampering for the day!)”✨ “Convince the grumpy Duke to carry you on his shoulders (Reward: Instant Kingdom-Wide Adoration Boost!)”✨ “Unite two rival knights through a shared ‘baby sister protection squad’ meeting (Reward: Secret Passage Map to the Royal Kitchens)”However, hidden among the fluffy missions and sweet family moments lies a deeper purpose—uniting the fractured kingdom of Florabelle. To succeed, Evelisse must bring together not just her brothers, but also the cunning villains, misunderstood nobles, and even the eccentric court magicians, using the most powerful weapon in her tiny arsenal: OVERWHELMING CUTENESS and SMARTS.With her Fluff System guiding her and a heart determined to bring warmth to every corner of the kingdom, Evelisse sets out to become not just a pampered princess, but the heart and soul of Florabelle.After all, who knew that the key to uniting a kingdom could be as simple as a pouty lip, teary eyes, and a warm hug?

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”