rmoil. Word has spread that the D
a exclaimed. "How do you look so b
lle was exhausted. She hadn't seen the Demon Lord in two days, and she had spent all her
ure bliss. Normally, her days consisted of swordsmanship training, hunting,
o days without a visit, she felt neglected. Estelle didn't ex
, Princess?"
en she declined the title, insisting it wasn't necessary, they ignored her. It wasn't essential t
would not grow weary of her a
rincess?" Dena giggled, but Est
her in, insisting she make tea for the Demon Lord. "Why should I?
ve since becoming a child. Perhaps her emotions wer
adn't expected Dena to be so stubborn; she was always dragging her along. Yet, Estelle didn't dis
the door twice b
The sight of the Demon Lord slumped ov
d, Demetrius noticed Dena holding a teapot. "You're here too
his herself, Milord!"
mentarily revived, waiting eag
hands," he remarked before sipping it. His face paled a
d whether to tell the truth or fabricate a lie. The tea was so bad that even a lesser
caused me to bite my tongu
he Demon Lord again. After drinking the tea Estelle had made, Demetrius looked nearly
ed that Demetrius was now staring out
ild as your daughter, Milord?" Esmael
rius answere
might turn her against you," Es
, Esmael. However, I would rather face threats than abandon a child who already knows what it's like to be neglected. It is di
defend his people, humans had labeled him "Evil." They woul
trius asked unexpectedly, realizing he had never been a parent. Th
gh the bookshelves until he found what he was loo
und treasure, and began reading rather than focusing on his pape