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Chapter 5

Deo's POV

How curious, I felt gushes of someone's magic power within my castle for awhile now but yet to find out who. Well it isn't really about me not being able to find out who it is yet but rather if I want to.

It didn't seem like the individual is a dangerous person so that's fine for now.

"Deacon are there any mages within our servants?"

My loyal butler raised an eyebrow before shaking his head.

"Hmm yes milord. The mages in you household includes you, myself and the knights. Of course the servants from the noble family have magical abilities as well. There are also servants from commoner families that possess high aptitude for magic. However those are mainly servants that serve the princess in Claude palace. Even then they are not allowed to use their powers against you or the Princess. Their abilities are only allowed to use to protect the two of you. May I inquire to why you asked milord?"

I snorted at him calling me as his lord. It truly is an annoyance to have your childhood friend address you formally every single time.

"How many times have I told you to drop the honorifics when it's just the two of us?"

"There are unseen eyes and ears within the walls milord, one can never be too careful. That aside…" his facial expression is telling me that I should answer his question before he starts being irritating.

I sighed as I walked towards my study and sat on my plush sofa while Deacon automatically went to make tea in his little corner in my study room.

"I've been sensing surges of mana within these walls the last couple of months. It is usually brief and almost hard to detect unless I was looking. But there are times it passes by like a gust of wind."

"Should I investigate this matter?"

I nodded my head and relaxed as I sipped my hibiscus tea.

"The individual seems harmless from what I've sensed so far."

"Nothing can be too harmless within these walls Deo, you and I know that."

"Hnn"

it was a pleasant silence between the two of us as we drank our tea and Deacon helping himself to my plates of desserts that I find too sweet.

"Have you gone to the Claude palace recently Deacon?"

I could feel his irritating smirk behind the cup and instinctively grabbed a small statue on the coffee table and threw it to his head. A satisfying Clunk was heard as it made contact with its target.

"You bastard! That hurt!" it was so satisfying to see the platinum haired guy in front of me who is usually calm and collected react like a child throwing tantrum. Then again I am also childish to be so petty towards him at such times.

He pouted while rubbing his head in annoyance.

"I asked a question squid."

"You don't deserve an answer dog" sparks flew between us but it only lasted a few seconds before we snorted and looked away. It has always been that way between Deacon and I. we grew up together and during our childhood we would often quarrel, brawl and sneak out together before we were buried with responsibilities.

"I heard she has been sneaking away from her nanny and often found in the garden where the fruit trees are. Lately, the valuables within Claude palace has been going missing."

As soon as those words left his mouth, my anger seeped through as the cup I was holding shattered.

"You do realize that to the servants of this house believes that you detest and resent the birth of your daughter right?"

a few moments of silence continued before I opened my mouth.

"I do not hate her."

"That is something only we, your trusted and most loyal retainers are aware of Deo. For all they(outsiders) care is that you hate the child and wished her dead."

"I merely wish to protect her."

"Deo, protecting and isolating your child are two different things. Your daughter is growing up thinking her father hates her existence and wishes for her to be dead. You can still protect her from the other houses by having her by your side."

"…" how can I do that? My hands are stained with the blood of many. I can't possibly raise a life with the hands that took so many lives before this. I am a monster that only knows how to kill and destroy.

"One day, you may realize everything might be too late and nothing can change it. You still have time to-"

"Enough. This matter shall end here Deacon. Not another word"

his brows formed a tense frown before he sighed and stood up to bow slightly and with a mocking tone he replied, "As you wish milord."

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Deacon's POV

What an idiot! He was the one that was so excited to have a child and yet when the princess was born and presented to him, all he could do was drown in rumors. Distancing yourself would only end up in tragedy with your daughter. How can you not see it Deo?

If only people knew how much he loved and doted on the late Lady Phoebe. Or how he was anticipating his heir. He knew that there was a chance that his child might be a daughter but he embraced it nonetheless. He will finally have the family he wished for so long since we were kids. That was all until…

I sighed for the umpteenth time that day as the stress from working as a certain idiot's butler-cum-secretary gave me a throbbing headache.

I was heading towards my office when a blur of black passed by so quickly before my eyes. What in the world was that? Magic? When did we have anyone within our servants that could utilize magic to that extent?

Worrying that an assassin or spy was heading towards the princess, I gathered mana within my legs and dashed in the direction of the unknown entity while concealing myself.

It entered the princess' room by the window and I was all and ready to capture the idiot that dares to enter my lord's daughter's room. I could barely sense the target's presence until I was within five meters and even then I had to really work to sense his presence.

This was a trained and powerful person. A simple mistake could cost lives. I must protect the future empress of this land.

I was about to dash in, my dagger in hand. But imagine my surprise when that person cloaked in black suddenly pull back his hood to reveal the black tuft of hair that only belonged to the Vasilias.

Princess Luna?! How is this possible? She is only a child who barely turned five a few days ago!

"Who's there?!" she turned sharply and a knife flew out the window and hit the tree that was previously behind me. A good thing I had quickly dodged and crouched below the window and concealed my presence.

"Huh? It must be my imagination. Either that, or I'm really paranoid. Ahh that jerk ass lord of icicle will be crowned in a few months! The stress is killing me. Hmm maybe I should run away earlier?"

Runaway? The princess wishes to run away? Argh! I knew that idiot will cause her to run away from him! I mean why wouldn't she?! That nincompoop! I wish you were here right now so I could dig your damn eyes out! Stupid dog!

"Sighs… it would have been nicer if he could actually acknowledge me being alive. Oh well I'll need to train harder so that I won't get killed easily when I leave!"

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Fuck! This idiot lord of the dark my ass! He can't even channel his emotions properly and shunning his only family member! Not only that, she even plans to escape this palace she calls a prison

**Sobs** My poor princess! Thinking so far ahead like training so she can live and survive in the harsh world! What has she gone through to be able to throw that flying knife with perfect speed and accuracy that is beyond those rookie knights. And to have even concealed her presence! She must have gone through so much trauma to be doing that even in her own room!

I clenched my fist in determination. I will not let the princess to be further mistreated! I must change that bastard's mind even if it's the last thing I'll ever do!

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Deo's POV.

Ever since the day I snapped at Deacon regarding the matters of Luna, he has been passive-aggressively hinting that it would be better for me to meet my daughter or do anything fatherly even the slightest.

It has been an annoying month for me since then. He would say things like

"I know of someone who needs a fatherly figure" when I said we needed to fix the orphanage system

"Why aren't you eating? There is someone who is suffering from malnutrition while you are picky over your vegetables!" when I don't eat my greens

"There's someone who is more responsible and matured than you and she's the child between you two." When I sleep during work hours.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?!" I yelled exasperatedly, finally at my wits end.

He snorted at me and adjusted his glasses haughtily.

"I believe that the fucking problem here lies with you, my lordship." He said in a sing-song mocking tone.

"Just say it already damn it! Don't grate my already thin nerves." I sighed exhaustedly while palming my face.

His chin raised a little as though he was heading for battle. He muttered a barrier spell within the room before speaking his mind.

His face suddenly looked haggard before his determination burned through again.

"She could throw knives accurately at a speed even some of your knights can't compare to."

I massaged my throbbing temples before looking at him with a look that asked who the hell he was talking about. His response was a face that said "Are you a fucking idiot?"

It took a few moments before I realized who he was talking about.

"How would you know?"

"Remember the last time you asked me regarding the matter of the surges of mana in the area? The target blurred past me that day after you dismissed me. I chased the cloak figure until they went into her room"

my blood ran cold. Did something happen to her? Is she alright? Was she wounded? All sorts of questions were running through my brain but before I could ask, Deacon continued.

"Imagine my surprise when I saw the target pull back their hood just to see that it was none other than the young lady herself! Mind you I was within her range of five meters and even then I had to really work myself to sense her presence. I knew I concealed myself well yet the lady Luna was able to sense my presence and executed a wonderful throw with such accuracy and speed with her weapon!"

I looked at him like he was an idiot. As if I could believe that my five-year-old daughter could use flash steps and concealment magic on top of being able to perfectly throw a weapon to a trained soldier like Deacon.

I sighed before looking at him again. His eyes were shining with admiration and stars in them. I know Deacon would never tell me any lies but I just find it too hard to believe.

"I'll believe you…" his face brightened.

"When I see it with my own two eyes." And immediately his face fell in disappointment. But it took him a few seconds before he perked up again and huffed at me.

"Don't blame me when it's too late." He baited in which I responded with a snort. Keep dreaming my friend. It will never happen. I believe she will understand my reasoning.