"Yuriel Forexa."
"...What is it, Duke?"
"Are you trying to test my patience now?"
"I will never dare to do that, Duke! I swear with my whole life."
"Oh? Then what is the meaning of this?"
"Well... You see..."
"Answer me now or else—"
"Duke, believe me! She is your daughter."
"..."
"I swear, Duke. That child is indeed your daughter."
After giving Yuriel a spine-chilling glare that lasts for a minute, Clementine turns his gaze on the small child that is busy drinking a glass of milk. It is obvious that the child is in a good mood with the way she kicks her legs and hums a children's song while holding a glass of milk that barely fits in her hands. Clementine knows the identity of that child by just seeing her silhouette from afar.
That child is none other than Penelope Dresvil, his precious daughter.
When he turns his gaze back to Yuriel, the Duke gives the young wizard a scary glare.
