That Day I Became A Daughter Of The Demon Lord
Episode 51
* Pow PoV Felicia *
You hope the opening this time will be greeted by the warm sun and the birdsong chirping? No right? Because this morning Edgar's face was very cold and the birds suddenly mute. Sorry, bad opening.
Actually his face is always cold, but usually if it's only with me he won't be like this unless there's a problem. Plus two days ago when I came home with him, he put me to bed, in his room, not in my own room. Last night, he checked a few times in my room. I can guess something is wrong.
"Papa? What's up?" I ventured to ask.
He saw me, looked at me. I knew he wanted to say something, but he still thought about how to get it right.
"I can see it. Papa wants to tell me something, right?"
He put his knife and fork on the table, right on the right and left side of his bread plate. He first sipped a cup of warm chamomile tea, then placed the cup again on the table.
"Ekhm, I will lead the war against the Kingdom of Serubia."
DEG!
My heart stopped beating. War said? The lessons of history when I was a human always showed that war is terrible. Bloodstains were everywhere, corpses were scattered, and the leader would be the main target. They will stop when one of the leaders dies or gives up.
And the word surrender is not written in the dictionary of Edgar's life.
"Felicia?"
I didn't even realize that now Edgar was hugging me, trying to calm me down. He kept whispering soothing words, saying that everything would be fine. My chest feels tight. Though Edgar's embrace was not that tight.
The Kingdom of Serubia is a very dangerous kingdom of vampire demons. Madam Amber used to live in a forest near the kingdom. They also invaded Madam Amber and drove her out of the forest. I can't imagine what would happen if Edgar missteps or there was a traitor who pretended to be good, then stabbed him in the back.
"Should papa..should he go to war? Can't just ask one of the commanders? Brandon's? Sacha's? Or Rekta can also—"
"They were by my side, protecting me. I understand your concern, my dear, I understand it. This is your first experience of being left for war, isn't it? I've fought hundreds of times in my life. I'm still alive, aren't I?"
I just nodded, trying to catch my breath.
"You're gonna stay at Nayla's place for a while. Security in the kingdom will weaken. Your fucking grandfather will take advantage of this opportunity to take you away from me."
I'm shaking. "No, I'm not comfortable there. I just want to be here."
"Papa, they make me uncomfortable. I don't like it there."
Edgar only let out a long breath, "Alright, I'll leave Rekta for your safety."
"No, I can take care of myself."
"Felicia—"
Tok tok tok tok
"Your Majesty, Mr. Shinji would like to see you."
I puffed my cheeks, looking at Edgar with a sad face.
He stroked my head, landing a warm kiss on my forehead. "I'll see you later. I'll find another way, okay?"
Without waiting for approval, he turned around and walked away leaving me alone. Wheat bread with chocolate jam that was very delicious now does not look tempting anymore. My eyes have been glazed over. I keep trying not to cry.
Tok tok tok tok
My head started thinking strange things. I don't want anything to happen to Edgar. I can't help it. I don't want to live in Nayla's palace. It's so sickening in there. They looked at me as if I was the antagonist of a film that no one could stop.
Tok tok tok tok
They only respect Edgar, not me. Nayla also put on a fake smile as she said she was happy to see me. He lies. But I won't let Rekta stay and take care of me. I'd prefer it if he fought alongside Edgar.
"Mr Princess Felicia."
I gasped in shock, as fast as lightning pointing a small knife full of brown jam at the figure who called out to me. After a few seconds, I realized he was no stranger. He was Prince Reon Amon Bael, looking at me with a frown.
"You crying?"
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