Now, I find myself in the biggest crisis of my life.

A fourteen-year-old girl with waist-length silver hair, rosy lips, and slender yet firm calves is confronting me.

Well, it's my daughter, Cascia.

"I warned you!" she angrily points at me. "Stay put and don't move!"

"Da... Daught... Daughter, let Daddy handle it," I almost beg. "It's too dangerous, what if you hurt your hand? These things are highly alkaline!"

"No, no, absolutely not!"

As Cascia shakes her head vigorously, her silver hair sways in the sunlight, emitting a radiant glow.

"Daddy, you're so perverted! I insist on washing my underwear myself from now on!!"

"Sob, sob... Daddy has been washing them for so many years, sob, sob... raising you for so many years, and now you're depriving Daddy of his favorite pastime."

...

"Then maybe... it's Daddy's mistake."

"Anyway! I'll wash my undergarments myself from now on!!"

Cascia gnashes her teeth, her face turning red, and her feet jumping anxiously. In the sunlight, I can vaguely see the well-developed contours of her breasts, supporting a delicate blouse.

Ah, after all these years of nurturing, my dear Cascia has grown into a remarkable young lady... Her body has developed smoothly.

"Sob, sob, Daddy understands. Daddy will just tend to his own garden."

The village where Cascia and I live has a small population, so the villagers' yards are quite spacious. I have planted a lot of vegetables here to provide for our daily needs.

Never mind, as I turn the soil with a hoe, I calculate in my mind. So what if I can't openly engage in this activity? It's just the two of us at home, we will find opportunities somehow.

These are necessary conditions for confirming my daughter's growth, and I cannot afford to be careless.

Ah, thinking about it, my life is truly wonderful.

Living like this with my daughter, leisurely farming, drinking tea in the yard when we have nothing to do, fishing in the small river... It's like a dream come true. And this dream has already become a reality.

What?

Is that Princess Elektra??

No, no, no, she's just my daughter, an ordinary peasant girl. As for the secret that my daughter is Princess Elektra, as long as I choose to remain silent, no one in the world will know.

Why, you ask??

It's simple. One of the Twelve Temple Knights, Abbott Sterling, has transformed from a sixteen-year-old young man to a disguised identity named Isaac Alasto over the years. Who would recognize me?

As for Princess Elektra, that's even more amusing. From a baby to a graceful young lady, even Queen Lasset herself couldn't possibly know, let alone others.

Haha, Cascia is mine, my daughter!!!

Well... although I'm rejoicing in my heart.

I have also considered the consequences. If this matter is exposed, well, Abbott, who has already been hailed as the hero Nils, me, would probably be infamous for eternity. In addition to being convicted of treason and paraded through the streets ten times, I'd be sent straight to the gallows.

Therefore, I struggled with the idea of confessing this fact to Cascia back then.

But after long, long deliberation, I still couldn't do it.

Cascia is the one I raised with my own hands, the one I cared for day and night, and watched grow up. I have poured almost all of my blood, sweat, and love into her, and developed such deep feelings for her. So when I think about it, I can't bear to have my own daughter, whom I have raised, carry the burden of restoring the country from such a young age, fighting on the battlefield and getting involved in the bloodshed.

Well, as for Cascia's royal sister, Queen Lilis, I had already decided to bury this fact forever when she restored the country.

Hmm, my daughter is mine, my daughter is mine, my daughter is mine.

Important things need to be said three times!

Every inch of her skin, every inch, belongs to me!

I won't hand my daughter over to anyone!!

However, I don't know if I've been overprotective all these years... Although Cascia is usually adorable, sometimes her personality can be a bit twisted.For example, when seeing Auntie from the neighbor's house, Miss Katarina, this becomes particularly evident.

Miss Katarina's husband, who went mushroom picking in the mountains a few years ago, died from a fall. She has been a widow since her twenties.

However, when her husband died, she wasn't particularly sad. On the contrary, she became much more cheerful than before.

After all, Miss Katarina belongs to the carnivorous type. She has long, quiet hair, large breasts, and an attractive figure. She is the object of admiration for all male compatriots in the mountain village. She is not lonely in her life and often receives vegetables, fruits, and meat from others. She hardly needs to do any work herself.

As for her, she especially likes to come over to our house.

Coincidentally, Cascia was playing with Nero (my daughter's cat) with some grass in her hand. And that's how Miss Katarina directly entered our yard.

"Wow, this little cat is so cute."

Miss Katarina picked up Nero from in front of Cascia and gently stroked it in her arms. The foolish cat squinted its eyes comfortably.

"Cascia." Miss Katarina poked her daughter's tender body with her finger. "You're growing up so fast, just like your sister."