That Day I Became A Daughter Of The Demon Lord
Episode 18's

Not felt, now I have stepped on 4 years. I have been fluent in speaking, my speech is clear, and I have been able to run. Now there's one last exercise that will make me a perfect demon.

Flying exercises.

I stood on the bed, learning not to be afraid by trying to jump from the bed to the floor while flapping my wings. I have done it many times, but there has been no significant change. My body fell free to the floor. There's no deceleration.

"Felice doesn't understand!!!"

Rekta who had been sitting sweetly on the sofa approached, licked my face to give it all. I lay down on her stomach, playing with her tail covered in such fine black hair. Rekta was much bigger than me. Now the difference is not too far away. I grew up fast.

"Princess should practice packing first, only then learn the beginning well."

I round my cheeks. "I've been able to pack well, tau!" \=3\=)/

He shook. "The two wings of the Princess were different earlier, meaning that the Princess was not good enough in packing."

I got up to sit, still faithfully playing his tail feathers. "Is that?"

"Yep, that's how it is."

"Why are you sitting on the floor? Does this couch mean nothing to you?"

I turned my head, finding Edgar standing by the door carrying a scroll in his hand. "Father!" I ran, jumping cheerfully towards him. Quickly the man's hand caught my tiny body, taking me to his sling.

"Hows it? Any progress with your flying practice?"

I immediately gave a sad expression, shaking briefly as the answer.

"It's okay. You're 4 years old. The average kid can fly at 5 or 6, you know?" Edgar tried to encourage. It has shown a big change over the years. The cold expression he used to always put on no longer showed me. He may not show his cruel side in front of me. He also smiles more and gives more encouragement. Oh, my God, I'm so happy.

He sat in his chair, sitting me on his lap. "What happened today?"

I always ask that question, making Edgar tell me something. Whatever, I don't care if it's interesting or not. I just love the way I tell stories.

The man has white hair. His eyes were blood red, just like mine and Edgar. He does look small, but it is smart to put on a fake smile so that the first impression of other demons on him is good.

"Why do you introduce? You can be good friends."

I shook my head quickly, hugged her tightly. "Felice wants to spend a lot of time with papa, just the two of you!"

Edgar laughed briefly. "So much cannabis. All right, let's learn to fly with papa."

"Aaaa don't want to, Felice wants to take a break."

I whined, but Edgar kept lifting me up to the bed. He raised my body with both hands, making my body position perfectly horizontal.

"Flap your wings."

I quickly flapped my wings.

"No no, just slow down, you're not making the flaps at once."

I nodded, flapping my wings slowly while equalizing the rhythm between left and right.

"Add to the speed."

According to Edgar's words, I quickened the flapping of my wings. He slowly removed his hand from my body, making me shake with a worried face.

"You're not going to fall, Felice. It's been really good."

Yeah, I'm floating in the air. But somehow the longer I went down and finally landed on his stomach. I exhaled, then smiled. There's upgrade!

"All right, let's go to bed."

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