The demon had treated his daughter, Rosé, as if she did not exist for the past three years.

He could not understand Rosé, who had turned her back on her parents to choose the enemy of the family.

Moreover, her husband was none other than the infamous Eric, and the demon’s feelings were unspeakably miserable.

So, he erased his daughter, Rosé.

Thinking it would be better not to have a daughter at all.

Therefore, he had been furiously angry every time Libera mentioned Rosé. He told her not to speak of Rosé as he had no concern for how she lived.

The Duke had vaguely noticed the situation of the Serbiart family.

He had said to Rosé, ‘The Count and Countess Serbiart are worried about you,’ but it was a story of Libera, Rosé’s mother.

“Huff, huff…… Honey, let’s get Rosé to lie down first.”

Libera, stealing tears from the demon’s arms, spoke in a thin voice. The tips of Libera’s fingers, which were holding the demon, trembled visibly.

“……”

The demon stood still without any reaction to Libera’s words.

“Demon……?”

Her pupils trembled nervously, sensing something strange in the demon’s response.

“You… You don’t intend to just let our Rosé go, do you?”

It was Rosé, their daughter they met after three years. The daughter who appeared in a state that seemed to be dying soon.

Looking so indifferently at Rosé in such a state……!

Libera was invaded by anxiety at the sight of the demon’s gaze, which seemed to neglect Rosé at any moment.

The Duke also felt the same anxiety.

‘I knew that Count Serbiart had a sharp temper, but…….’

Even looking at his collapsed daughter with such a cold gaze……. Is he really trying to ignore his sick daughter and send her away?

The anxious thought passing through his mind caused the Duke’s eyes to involuntarily frown.

‘If he blocks, I have to force my way in.’

If the demon doesn’t step aside, he was ready to push the demon away and enter.

“Uh…….”

Then, Rosé made a groaning noise.

The pupils of the three people surrounding Rosé fixed on her.

The worried eyes of the Duke and Libera and the unknowable demon.

“Excuse me.”

Without intending to hear the demon’s answer, the Duke pushed his body abruptly. Yet, the demon stood in front of the Duke as if to show off.

Does his heart not weaken even at the sight of his sick daughter? The Duke’s expression hardened at the sight of the demon blocking his way.

“Count Serbiart, what is this…!”

Arteum Duke finally raised his voice. The demon, not minding the Duke, snatched Rosé from his arms as if taking her away.

He hurriedly and noisily ran into the mansion.

The Duke froze in place looking at the demon.

The sight of the demon running away with a miserable face was so poignant that it was heartwrenching.

Rosé lying on the old bed.

A cold wet towel was placed on her forehead. Next to her was the demon, whose head was bowed down in despair.

The demon couldn’t leave Rosé’s side for a moment. His heart ached as he looked at Rosé’s slackened hand.

“You bad guy……. We meet after 3 years…… and you show me this.”

The low resonating voice of the demon was mixed with resentment and sorrow.

He gently held Rosé’s hand. The fever that had been boiling was now cold compared to the beginning.

“Sigh…….”

The demon’s low sigh echoed quietly in the room. He fondled Rosé’s hand, looking at it blankly.

When did that tiny hand that didn’t even fill his hand get so big?

The moment he felt like he had become a real father was when he held newborn Rosé in his arms.

Rosé, who snuggled up to him with a resounding cry.

“Ahhhhhh!”

The demon was startled by Rosé’s cry that shook the mansion,

“Rosé, it’s daddy.”

Surprisingly, her crying stopped at his single word.

“Oh my, it seems Lady Rosé recognizes the Count.”

“How smart.”

The wet nurse and the maid who helped with the birth spoke with gentle eyes.

The demon was as surprised as anyone at the sight of Rosé, who had stopped crying as if it were a lie.

Rosé, trembling with the fear of coming into the world, was extremely calm as if she found stability in the demon’s voice.

“Oh my, oh my! Look at this!”

“How cute. The young lady is smiling at the Count.”

How could a newborn baby smile?

The demon stared at Rosé, who was nestled in his arms, squirming.

Rosé, unlike at the beginning, seemed to wear a peaceful expression as if truly smiling as they said.

The Duke was somewhat regretful of Rosé’s growing day by day.

She was too pretty, and lovely.

He was woefully inadequate to capture every moment of hers in his eyes.

She was his only daughter who he cherished more than anyone else.

To the demon, Rosé was more precious than life itself. It was terrible when young Rosé lost consciousness.

It was the first time in his life that he wanted to be sick in someone else’s place. If only he could, he would have borne the pain in place of his young daughter.

He prayed desperately every day. To hurt him instead of Rosé.