Being The Duke's Only Daughter

Chapter II

This chapter is edicated to : Yuki_Knight_27
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"One of the biggest mistakes we make is assuming that other people think the way we think." -unknown

Chapter II

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Third person's PoV

"Papa..."

Said by the child who is intensely looking at the towering intimidating man.

The crowd can't suppress their utters of confusion and look at each other. The sudden appearance of a little one at the middle of such dangerous site and startled their horses, who are trained for warfare, is indeed already surprising and yet the claim of being the Duke's child is another. Well, it is not completely impossible. The Duke tends to sleep around if he desires to and one of their characteristics are their black hair and red eyes. Indeed the child has its hair black as starless night but his eyes were purple.

"I am not your father." He coldly replied.

Instead of feeling dejected, the child run to him and hugged his leg, rubbing its cheeks unto it. Overwhelming itself from the warmth it haven't felt for a long time.

"Hey, dirty kid. You're putting mud all over the Duke's trouser!" Klyde exclaimed as he also run to the Duke, pulling the child, who is not only dirty but also smells, away. It stinks closely to a corpse and sulfur.. It may be unbearable for some but the man care none.

As he pushed away the pitiful being, its impact to the ground made a great thud wiggling its chubby cheeks into tremors. "Uh..." a cute little sound came out from it that made their breath take away. It really looks like a little cub. They wait for it to cry but it didn't. It just curiously look at the people ahead and put its head oblique.

As the knights caught mesmerize, the relentless Duke pull out his sword and pointed it at the little one. "Are you a shapeshifter or a fairy? How did you escaped from wasteland? I cannot sense any devine power from you." He accuse piercing the tip of its blade unto its neck that made it bleed. The knights came back to their senses and became hostile, readying themselves to draw their swords on a stance.

Instead of answering, the child confusedly look up unto his burning eyes and down to the sword. It hold the blade with its bare hand and put it into its mouth, curious if it's edible. But to its dismay, it was hard and cold. Just like its owner. The next thing it notice was its bleeding palm. "Ouch..." A cute little voice once again released from the latter as it then lick the gushing liquid. As the Duke's eye curiously fixed at the young child, he felt his sword heaten up as its aura stone gleam. Because of the increasing temperature, he dropped it down. He could see the metal steam while the stone is still continuously glowing. That sword is a heirloom pass down from generation to generation of the Verdamo family. It was made from the finnest material that was furnaced by the elemental spirits in the depth of Matsamunu volcano and gifted it to the late Duke to fulfill its role in the prophecy and save the humanity. The prophecy that after the first Dark Era, once again the world will be conquered.

Klyde was field with bewilderment and astonishment. He who knows the sword who cut many humans and non was left in daze and puzzle along with the rest of the crew. The Duke walks unto the child putting his hands under its soft armpit and raise him up high, tilting its body from left to right. He look under its feet, its head, it's back, butt, nape, chest and stomach that will show any imperfect mutation that caused by the atmosphere of the wasteland on both human and creatures but he find nothing. It just look like a feral human child that came from the graveyard.