It was a cold and misty night. The atmosphere was loud yet silent. In the palace of Frodium, everyone was excited and shocked. It was almost Lady Lotilucia’s 14th birthday. She was already getting into her teenage years, sigh. The most quiet yet shocked of them all was her father, Duke Damian of Frodium. The strongest man of the strongest house in the empire. Even the emperor himself feared him. The only person he ever loved, after the death of his beloved wife, Arcelia was his daughter. Lottie. Lotilucia Frodium. She had doe, soft pink eyes, brunette hair and a sweet smile. But a fire, a hurricane of a Frodium inside of her. He was proud. She had grown so much.

Demon Duke Damian of Frodium had a child with his beloved Arcelia when they were eighteen. It was unexpected, but the little girl took their hearts immediately, right at the second she was born. Lotilucia was raised by Arcelia before she died. Because, just a few weeks after Lottie was born, Arcelia and Lottie had to teleport to another world away from Frodium because of war and they had to be safe. Lottie would only teleport back if something happened to Arcelia. A bit after she turned three, Arcelia got assassinated by someone and Lottie got teleported to Frodium somehow, which would be the first time she met her father, Duke Damian of Frodium ever since she was only a little baby.

Lottie was a little shaken up and nervous: she was growing up a lot day by day. Damian was in his study, the only sound being his ink pen scratching across documents and paperworks about the empire and Frodium’s border.

He soon leaves the room, and glares at his daughter, who was standing idly in the hallway. The duke raised an eyebrow. 
”Daughter; what are you doing?” He asks with his usual cold and calm tone.