That Day I Became A Daughter Of The Demon Lord
Episode 11

Lina came with a plate of baby biscuits and a bottle of milk. Edgar's hand moved. Black flames appeared on his palm. Instantly the plate of biscuits and milk bottles on the tray lifted into the air, moving towards Edgar. I'm not very good at explaining. Have you ever seen the Harry Potter movies? That plate of biscuits and milk bottles was like being subjected to Wingardium Leviosa magic.

A biscuit floated towards me. I held it with both hands, watching the biscuit for a moment. It must be very efficient if you can master magic. I don't have to get out of bed when I want to pick something up.

"Aamm."

The biscuit managed to greet my taste buds. It tastes sweet, and is easily melted by saliva. Not much different indeed with baby biscuits that exist in the human world. I've tasted baby biscuits belonging to my friend's sister.

But something strange, what is this? My head is so light. My vision suddenly became blurred, for a moment it all blackened and my consciousness was gone.

"Felicia!"

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"His eyes began to blink."

"Successful! Treatment worked!"

"Surge!"

"Wait a minute, Your Majesty. The princess needs an adjustment. Princess Felicia?"

Oh, my God, it's so noisy. What's the matter?

The first thing I saw when my eyes were open was the face of a beautiful woman who had snake-like eyes and silvery hair that was shiny as it reflected the light of a candle burning on both sides of the bed. Who is this woman? Where's Edgar?

His large hand rubbed slowly on my cheek, then the elusan moved to the head. His hands were so soft when he touched me. He looks so desperate.

"Paa...?"

His face slowly approached until our eyebrows touched each other. He closed his eyes, letting go of all the worry that surrounded his heart. My hand moved, touching her smooth, thin cheeks. Ahh it feels so weak. My energy is like drained. Even just to raise your hand it feels like it takes a lot of energy.

My hand returned to its original position, unable to lift for longer. Edgar touched my hand, raised my hand back and put it on his cheek.

"You're so weak that you can't hold your hand up any longer. I won't let anyone hurt you again. I'm gonna smash that thing to pieces."

There were only three other creatures there, namely Mahesa, the silver-haired woman, and a black-haired man whose eyes were closed. Perhaps they were the creatures that Edgar trusted the most until he could show his weak side before them.

Edgar, who was so arrogant, who was so rude, who was so cruel, had a weakness, that of his little daughter. His hard heart, even harder than steel can soften like jelly if it concerns about his daughter.

My feelings are mixed, between happy and sad. I was happy because he loved me so much that he showed a worried face and expressions that he had never shown before.

Sad, because my existence will only be a burden to him. I am his weakness. When I get sick, he'll get hurt too.

Edgar—ahh errat—papa, I'm sorry because I was just a burden to you. But I promise that if I am old enough, I will study martial arts hard so that I can take good care of myself and not be a burden to you.

I-i promise.

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