The long 6 years of war had finally ended. Duke Keilon had reached victory, all solely for the country. The commoners were praising and celebrating the victory he had bring, along with the Emperor himself rewarding him.

However, Duke Keilon didn't need all that praise and reward. All he wanted was just to immediately leave the celebration and pick his beloved baby daughter that he left. Due to the sudden war, Duke Keilon was forced to left his baby daughter, half heartedly handing her over to Count's Belve manor.

He expected his daughter to grow well and healthy with all the child support money he had sent to the Count Belve's manor whilist being at war.

And yet, right now Duke Keilon was standing in front of a thin, shabby looking little girl with hand full of callouses, a total replica of his beloved wife, causing him to know that it was indeed his daughter. Rage and anger immediately gush over him as he saw his beloved daughter on that state. It was clear that she was being mistreated. The daughter of the duke, dare to be mistreated.

"..My daughter, come here" he crouched down to her height, opening his arms.