That Day I Became A Daughter Of The Demon Lord
Episode 22

After cleaning up the mess and bloodstains on the floor, King Azeroth announced that the party was continuing. It does sound a bit crazy after someone loses their life, a party still continued. But in fact all the guests were acting ordinary, as if nothing had happened before. It was as if no life had been lost a moment before.

Reon Amon Bael, the eldest son of Azeroth Amon Bael, entered the room with a smile that looked so friendly. He looked like Azeroth, with silver hair and a red iris like blood. Right now he has reached 15 years old.

This feast is not just his birthday party, but also an official feast to introduce himself as the eldest son of Azeroth Amon Bael, King of the Kingdom of Alasca. Behold, he began to greet all the guests of Istinewa in the room. With a friendly smile he introduced himself and invited the lowly noble demons to shake hands. Ohh, do the words "low nobility" sound rude? But they were indeed lower class nobles. Can be seen from their deep pink irises.

Edgar made the size of the chair provided by King Azeroth slightly larger. He sat me down next to him, giving me a drink I did not know his name. It tastes sour, is bright green in color, and leaves a sweet taste on the tongue.

"When will Felice be officially introduced like this?"

Edgar looked at me, looking at me from the tip of the foot to the end of the head. "You're a kid, even your height still hasn't reached a third of my height. It's still long enough."

I puffed my cheeks. Can he answer with sweeter words? I forgot, now we are in a crowded place.

"You know? Actually a prince or princess should not be taken to an official party before the introductory party is held."

I frowned. "Then why was Felice brought here?"

He didn't reply, just gently rubbed my head.

"King Edgar, Princess Felicia, it's an honor for me because the Great King and the Princess can be present at this party."

Edgar and I turned their eyes away, finding the star at the event this afternoon smiling right in front of us. Edgar stood up, not smiling at all. His face looked hideous, very unfriendly. I did the same thing, stood up and looked at her with the face that looked as indifferent and graceful as possible at one time.

"I want to apologize for what just happened."

"Not to think about. That's not a big deal for me."

His tone sounded very relaxed, like taking the incident lightly. So arrogant. Well.that's got used to it anyway. Outside the palace will be the least safe place for me as long as Romeo still wants to take care of me.

"All right, Your Majesty. I have to go to my father's place. I hope you enjoy this show until it's over."

Edgar did not respond, only giving a look that the man could move on now. He still smiled, as if he had understood that Edgar did not hate him, also understood that Edgar did not enjoy the party. Edgar only showed his true nature. And Reon seemed to have no objection to that.

Not long after, the soft music suddenly stopped. Reon came, walking gallantly towards the center of the room. He held the hand of a beautiful woman who looked so friendly. It seems that woman is his mother.

"Papa, why are they just dancing together?"

"Tradition," he replied briefly.

I tilted my head, asking for further explanation.

"The "Prince or Princess to be introduced will dance for the first time in public with a person of her choice. After this he will be put on a crown and given a sword as a sign that he is ready to protect his kingdom and people."

I looked at him with astonishment. "Then, what will Felice receive at the introductory party?" *0*)

"Crowns and books, as a symbol that a Princess must have extensive knowledge, intelligence in speaking, clever in organizing strategies, and fun when invited to speak."

I puffed my cheeks. "It's not fair." (knew )

Edgar looked at me, waiting for my reason to say that.

"Felice wants to protect papa too. Felice doesn't want to be a weak princess and always has to be protected. We have to protect each other!" (｡yes _。)/!

"And I'm not gonna let that happen. You just have to be sweet like a royal princess. I'll protect you."

Whose papa is this?!!

"Please promise me you'll be a sweet and intelligent princess. You're not gonna take part in the war."

Come to think of it Edgar always did not allow me to touch the sword and other sharp objects that are usually brought during war. It might sound natural because Edgar could just be worried that things would hurt me by accident.

But this is completely different. This is not the first time he has made me promise not to touch sharp objects and not to take part in a war. Is war so terrible? Is a princess so forbidden to go to war?

Whereas on earth there are stories about smart princesses who are also good at the art of sword. Why is Edgar this hot?

"Well, Felice's gonna be a sweet, smart princess."

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