When he saw, her father naturally considered killing the demon.

If they had a demon, they themselves would be regarded as demons and be killed. Therefore, he had to kill her. He knew this was right.

And yet, he could not.

For the first time, the girl was smiling with affection.

His daughter had learned not letters, not knowledge, but heartfelt love, and no matter what, he could not deprive her of it.

His daughter had learned not letters, not knowledge, but heartfelt love, and no matter what, he could not deprive her of it.

I wonder...is Father all right? I hope he was able to find shelter from the rain somewhere...