Chapter 9 When Upset, Papa Says Things He Doesnst Mean (2/2)
”Huh? I didn't say anything.” She waved a hand. ” But Alex would probably like it. You should get him one.” A nod. ” Preferably a dragon-styled one. Blue.”
I couldn't help pinching her cheeks. ”Anything for Papa's little angel~”
”I'll bite you to death, understand?”
”Simply adorable.” I tsked.
She sighed. ”Look, I know I'm cute.” She said, so casually arrogant. ”But please control yourself. No matter what, I'm a Princess. I ask that you keep my position in mind and not be so forward with your skinship in the future.”
”Do other Princesses threaten to bite people to death?” Alex muttered. ”She wasn't like this before, was she?”
”Quiet, traitor.” Charlotte glared. She stopped. ”Wait, you might have a point there...”
They both looked at me.
”What?”
”...Frightening.” They whispered to each other. ”Truly fitting of a former Demon King.”
”His dark aura that is capable of corrupting even the purest of souls...it's so subtle. I almost fell victim without even noticing.” Charlotte gulped.
”It's horrifying beyond measure.” Alex agreed. ”We must watch ourselves in the future.”
Charlotte's eyes grew sharper.
” A Demon King is rarer than a dragon, right...?”
Oi. Don't you point those predatory eyes at your own Papa!
She shook her head, obviously having thought about something just then. ”No. It's too soon. I must grow stronger. A mere bow cannot fell a monster such as this. Patience, patience...”
Did she seriously think I couldn't hear? Wait, she's just thinking aloud again, isn't she?! Even so...yes, even so...!
”I don't want a daughter like you anymore!”
The words had cut deep. They were like frozen blades to the gut. My poor little heart couldn't take it. The scars would last for eternity.
Even though I loved her so much, she wants to make a trophy out of her own flesh and blood!
Well fine! I don't need such a cold, uncaring daughter anyway!This Daddy...won't shed a single tear! Not...one...
”Hm? Day? Are you alright?” Dolly! My angel! At least you'd never abandon me! Probably.
”I'm fine.” I nodded calmly.
”...” I saw her looking past me for a brief second. ”Well, okay.” She smiled.
My skin tingled.
Honestly, what a shitty castle. Drafts everywhere up in this place, so cold!
(It was summer. )
”I hope you won't continue trying to spirit us away, then?”
I snorted. ”Of course. I, this big bro, won't chase after a person who doesn't care about me! If you want to cast your Papa aside and stay here then go ahead!”
”...It's going to be tricky getting outta here.” I thought to myself.
My kidnapping of the Prince and Princess was short-lived. But that was known only to the four of us present. Everyone else? Yeah. They still wanted a piece of this action.
Not good, my friends. Not good at all.
I clapped Alex's shoulder. ”Say, bro...”
”Please be gentle.” He flinched.
The fuck?
”No, I--”
”Then, at least the face! At the very least, leave the face!”
”Oh you can just go suck turtle eggs.”
This quivering mess wouldn't help anyone. Actually, if the guards saw how miserable he looked they'd think I'd done something unforgivable to the kid.
Combining the words he'd said a moment ago, and how he was acting now, I gotta be honest: I was starting to think he wasn't a fan after all.
But none of this mattered. Let's not worry about escaping just yet.
”Okay Dolly, let's explore.”
”What? Where're you going now?” Charlotte asked cautiously.
”When I started running I intended to take something outta this damn Palace, and by golly that's exactly what I'm gonna do. So, which way to the treasury?”
””...””
”Nevermind, we'll find it ourselves.” I suddenly raised my voice.” Dolly! Atten-hut!”
It was like a flip was switched.
The little girl shed off her sleepiness in an instant and all but teleported to my side.
Her mouth formed a '^' and her eyes went dead serious.
”Aye, sir! Private Dahlia D. Claybrook, reporting for duty!” She saluted.
”Mission: Find the most valuable object in the Palace! You have twenty minutes. Alright, go!”
”HOO-AH!” She shouted.
And then ran off, a streak of white-gold lightning.
***
15 minutes later.
A well-lit room.
Prince: ”Father?”
King: ”Son?”
Me: ”Milf?”
Queen: ”Yes?”
Then, starry-eyed.
King: ”...DAMIEN-SENSEI?!”