That Day I Became A Daughter Of The Demon Lord
Episode 36's

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I turned around, finding a much more horrifying sight. Edgar clasped a sword covered in red magic. From his body came out a pitch-black aura. His left hand was stretched forward, emitting a kind of smoke, just like the tip of a gun that had just fired a bullet. His red iris glowed, staring towards a man coldly mixed with anger.

That man, Claude Van Der Belphegor.

Claude was thrown, hitting a tree about 8 meters away from Edgar. His body fell freely to the ground, toppled several times before finally getting back up. There were burns on his body.

Ahh, I just realized Edgar's waist is bleeding. Oh, my God, what am I supposed to do? I was just a burden to them.

"Rect..."

"Sst, everything's gonna be fine. The Princess is safe with me. His Majesty was only slightly injured. This is still not how much with the wounds he got during the war between kingdoms."

I almost cried. It hurts so much when you realize you're just a burden on someone else. I was able to learn swordsmanship. I have an interest in that. But Edgar wouldn't let me learn it. Touching a weapon is not allowed. I don't know what happened so he was so angry.

"Weak you said, huh? That's just a fraction of my magic power. Want to feel something more?"

Edgar looked so horrible. He slowly walked closer, passing through the flames of the remnant of the explosion that was burning grass on the ground. His right hand went up, straight up. On top of his palm began to form a pitch-black magic ball. I could see there was something from the lowly demon corpses around me flying towards the magic ball.

Claude's face looked a little anxious. The magic is not bad. But when compared to Edgar's magical abilities, he was just a cracker full of dust and Edgar was a cheesecake full of whipped cream and strawberry fruit.

In essence, when it comes to magic, Edgar is the most powerful in all corners of hell.

He said so, but I don't know.

Claude chose to form a three-layer protective magic his function was sort of with a shield. In less than a second, it suddenly disappeared. Seeing the master suddenly disappear, the two surviving low-class demons chose to lower their weapons and run into the forest. Rekta did not chase after her, choosing to keep hold of my hand tightly.

The magic ball in Edgar's hand slowly shrank. When he was about the size of a basketball, he threw his magic ball towards the shield created by Claude. And the three layers of shield were smashed into pieces.

Edgar seemed to pick up something. It was shaped like a necklace with eyes shaped like a hexagon star. Ahh wait a minute. Ahhh okay I get it. Long-distance teleportation with a hexagon star.

Ordinary teleportation the displacement is only a maximum of 10 meters. But with a hexagon star, we can teleport as far as we want. The conditions are only two. First, there should be a picture of a hexagon star as an entry point. Second, make sure there is an exit point, and at the exit point there should be six lit candles at each corner of the star.

But thank goodness it's over.

"Lad..."

Edgar glanced at me. The glances were frightening, with eyes lit up and an irritated expression. He kept the hexagon star behind his black robe, then walked quickly towards me. I could see the black aura coming out of his body slowly dissipating and his iris was no longer glowing. The sword he was holding was lost swallowed by a portal about 30 cm in diameter.

He stopped right in front of me, kneeling. "Get your hand off, Rekta. Don't try to find an opportunity."

Rekta wavered, he quickly let go of my hand and took a few steps back.

Edgar was now silent, looking at every inch of my body from the bottom up. It felt like I was hitting this guy on the head and screaming that all I had to pay attention to was him. The wound on his waist continued to bleed. It seems that it was no ordinary wound.

"Pa, I'm fine. Can we go home now? Papa and Rekta are hurt."

Edgar laughed a little. "This is not how much we got after the war. You don't have to worry."

I pursed my lips. "Can't I worry about you?"

"No."

All right, what a shitty answer.

"All right, we're going home now."

I frowned. Horse carriage—ralat—black unicorn has been destroyed. The black unicorn has also died from the effects of the fight between Edgar and Claude. "How are we going to get home?"

"Rect."

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