That Day I Became A Daughter Of The Demon Lord
Episode 25's

This morning I was delivered an hour earlier than usual.

Five servants who used to serve me ran here and there to take care of the various things needed for my birthday party later. Oh yeah, the party's gonna be five o'clock by the way. I don't like parties during the day. So I asked Edgar to rewind his schedule to five o'clock.

This morning I was given breakfast in the form of jicama juice, yogurt, bread, and bananas. They say it is great for skin health. Making me look beautiful and charming is their top priority right now.

"Have you finished breakfast?"

There was a sound coming from the door, making me glance in that direction. "Father!"

I came down from the bench, running small towards the man with a smile. "Felice is having breakfast. Accompany Felice, will you?" without waiting for approval, my hand immediately pulled his arm so that he would sit on the sofa and accompany me to breakfast.

Wondering why I had breakfast in my room? That was because the entire table in the dining room had also been moved to another place and the room was now a place to party. So, I had to have breakfast in the room until all the furniture in the room was moved back to where it was.

"Did papa have breakfast?" ask while putting a large spoonful of yogurt into the mouth.

"Here you go" he answered briefly. His eyes still continued to look at me, making me a little uncomfortable. What was?

"Why is papa staring at Felice like that?"

He was silent, not answering with words. It is his hands that move. His index finger touched the base of my nose, right between my eyebrows.

"Konechnyy uroven' zashchity."

A red magic circle emerged from his index finger, emitting a soft, red light that shone all over my body. I closed my eyes, waiting for what happened to my body next.

"Zashchita krasnogo drakona, svyazano s etym, dal'niy magicskiy bar'yer."

I kept my eyes closed, waiting for Edgar to finish with his magic spells. When I felt that his finger was no longer on my forehead, my eyelids slowly opened. "What magic is that, pa?"

He leaned on the sofa. "Protection for you, and if anything happens to you—whatever it is, whether your feelings are uncomfortable or someone hurts youI'll know right away."

Ouh, that's sweet.

I moved, hugged him tightly. I gave her a soft kiss on her cheek, then continued to rest my head on the chest of her field. "Thank you, papa."

"One more."

He took out a box from his black robe, thrusting the box at me. It is a necklace. His eyes were rose-shaped, blood-red, and gave off an odor that was exactly like a rose.

I nodded, smiling. "All right."

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At exactly 12 o'clock, the waiters began to apply various creams on my body. They say it's for the softness and brightness of my skin. My hair was also given a kind of flower-smelling liquid that felt cold on the head. They say it's for the beauty of my hair. Not to forget, they also wear a kind of mask that feels cold on the face.

After finishing with all the affairs in the bathroom, they put on a short-sleeved dress in a very elegant red. This time the dress was perfectly red, with no black embellishments or gold embroidery. I can't really describe it. This is about his picture.

I'm wearing red shoes today, matching the color of my dress. My long black hair is neatly styled, yet simple. I can't give you a picture either, but here's how we're going about the picture.

All my preparations are done. I opened the red jewelry box with the rose necklace that Edgar had given me this morning.

"Wait, Princess? Is the princess gonna wear that necklace?"

I'm nodding. "Yes, it's papa's protection for me. Why?"

Brianna held her chin, thinking for a moment. "All right, not bad. I'll put it on."

I let him, gave the box to Brianna. He immediately put the necklace around my neck, then smiled when everything was sorted out. His work never disappoints.

After turning 360 degrees in front of the mirror to make sure nothing was lacking, I walked slowly to get out of the room. It was unexpected that Edgar had been at my doorstep, wearing a suit that matched the color of my dress. His long hair remained he let down, adorned with a golden crown decorated with blood-red gems.

"For a long time, you little lady."

I round my cheeks. "Papa, I don't want to look ugly and embarrass you. So never protest for that matter."

He just kept quiet, rubbing my head very gently. He did not show any expression. But I understand that he is happy, he is happy. He was just in "the mode of the Cruel King". Try it if we're in his room right now. Maybe he'll smile and kiss me.

"All right, let's go."

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