How to Be a Dark Hero’s Daughter

“The old Duke Lewellton is the first good wizard to descend to the people. That’s why the duchy’s authority is so great.”

I opened my eyes wide and nodded.

“Isn’t the status of a family determined by the king, but by the presence of a wizard?”

“Ah, everything is ambiguous. Duke’s family is a symbol in the kingdom. Duke provided many magical services to the kingdom. So he got a lot as a reward.”

“For example?”

“Exclusive rights. The right to make products, the right to sell products. The right to import certain materials. The right belongs to the duke family and is intertwined with various interests, so even the royal family can never confiscate it. ”

The message was clear: your father is impossibly rich.

I nodded. Zion rose and pulled back.

“It’s time to prepare dinner. I’ll go to the kitchen.”

“Dinner dessert…”

“Chocolate cake.”

I nodded quickly. Zion recalled with a smile:

‘Poetry, writing poetry…’

I lay down on the pillows and began to write poetry. The heat from the fireplace quickly began to fade.

‘I understood something. Being gifted with language is different from writing poetry. Why are talent for writing, talent for poetry, and talent for writing articles are different things?’

While I was thinking so, I fell asleep.

When I woke up, I felt someone moving my body. I yawned and rubbed my eyes.

“You’re home, dad.”

A bashish smile crept across his lips.

Red eyes looked down at me as I lay in his arms. My body was floating in the air.

These are the hands of the father.

“Why does my baby get lighter and lighter? When does she get heavier and when does she grow up?”

Collen whispered languidly.

“I’m already very heavy. Whenever Marianne comes, she says that I have grown up.”

“Well, if you look back, when you first came to this house, you were very little. You were so cute then.”

“Do you want me to stay small?”

“A little chick could never escape the nest.”

Collen opened the door and laid me down on the bed in my room.

“Dinner is coming soon. Change your clothes and come.”

“Yes.”

I nodded.

As I lay in front of the fireplace, my hair got tangled and my clothes were disheveled.

Collen , who took Leticia to her room and went to her room to change his clothes, made his way to Zion.

Zion was reading something in his room at that time.

“What is it, Zion?”

“Ah, master. Nothing, it’s nothing.”

Why is Zion behaving this way? He was always like a statue. The statue has no emotional ups and downs.

The qualitative changes were too obvious to Duke’s eyes.

“You are weird. Hurry up and give it to me.”

“I was just trying to bring her homework to her room.”

“…Homework? Ah, the tutor seems to give homework too. Did you steal it?”

Zion’s cheeks flushed.

“I didn’t steal, really.”

“Give it to me.”

Collen snapped his fingers. Finally, the door opened and Jade entered.

“Father, where is Leticia…”

Shortly thereafter, all three buried themselves in a book and became interested in a poem written by Leticia.