Dear Lilis,

After the nationwide announcement three years ago, there have been many people claiming to be Abbott and bringing Princess along to establish their relationship. However, these individuals were almost all imposters. After all, the true power of the original Twelve Knights cannot be fabricated, especially the Vanguard, Abbott.

As I calmed down, I looked at the magnificent, solemn palace standing in the center. Suddenly, I felt an indescribable emotion in my heart. I have spent too long of a time there.

When I was young, I came to Gianda and was taken in by Queen Servilia. I had the privilege of growing up under her care. However, Queen Servilia has passed away and no longer exists.

She was like my sister, and also like a mother.

- Abbott, I have something delicious. Would you like some? Come, open your mouth, let me feed you~

Queen Servilia, who was in her early twenties, still had the innocence of a young girl. It was during that time that she adhered to the ancient regulations and determination, consumed the fruit of the Spirit Tree, and gave birth to Princess Lilis.

However, everything seems to have become a distant memory.

Lady Servilia... it would be so wonderful if you were still alive.

I remember before, Lilis used to dislike me. After all, her mother always showed excessive care and even favoritism towards me, which created a strong resistance in Lilis towards me.

However, the change in my relationship with Lilis began when I became one of the Twelve Knights at the age of twelve.

When the Fire Dragon from the northern mountains attacked the holy city of Gianda, the young me saved Princess Lilis from its jaws. Since then, until the fall of Gianda, Lilis became particularly attached to me.

- Abbott, when will you come visit me tomorrow?

- Abbott, will you take me out to play again?

- Brother, I like you the most~

Things like that.

Speaking of which, Lilis is actually very cute, very similar to my sister, Cascia.

So, if she were to find out the truth, that I have been living incognito with Princess Elektra for fourteen years... I don't know what fate awaits me. Execution by hanging is probably the easiest outcome.

But over the years, I have never shown my true strength in front of Cascia.

After all, my father was just an ordinary farmer.

That position is more important than anything.

But at least, I haven't neglected the skill of combining swordsmanship and magic.

In the quiet of the night, I sometimes return to the valley to exercise. And during the time of war, I have cleared out thieves who attacked Shiloh a few times.

Well, but none of that matters.

Anyway, my daughter won't know anything.

By the way, the development of Gianda is still good. Although it has been under the rule of invaders for so many years, the puppet royal family has not mistreated the subjects of the holy city, and even the aristocratic system remains.

As I was immersed in memories, Cascia pulled at my sleeve.

"Daddy, I'm hungry."

My daughter looked a little aggrieved and touched her own stomach.

As for the flower cat, Nero, who was perched on Cascia's head, it let out a meow~ to indicate that it, too, was hungry.

Come to think of it, this stupid cat has been there all along, and I never noticed.

With that stout body, it can already be called a meatball, and it only knows meow meow meow for food. One of these days, when Cascia is not around, I'll stew you!

"Well... let's go find a place to eat, then." I stood up.

"Okay!"

My daughter, who grew up in the mountain village and has never been to a restaurant in the capital, was very excited.

"Cascia, let's go. We'll have lunch somewhere." I held my daughter's hand. "Daddy has rested enough."

Well, let's consider this experience as a review. I should feel happy about returning to my hometown this time, instead of being too disheartened. Perhaps I should adjust my mindset.

In any case, I won't stay here, I'll leave after finishing what needs to be done. Right?

Cascia and I walked together on the streets, attracting quite a lot of attention.My daughter, not exaggerating at all, is the cutest in the world.

She inherited her mother's long silver hair and beauty, and in terms of appearance, there is simply no flaw to be found. In addition, Cascia also has Kirwen's lineage and a youthful state, which can be maintained for at least a hundred years.

Even when dressed as a country girl, her innate nobility cannot be compared to even these noble young ladies.

When walking on the street, she always turns heads and attracts attention.

Ha ha.

You all can envy her. She is my daughter, from head to toe. You can only stare in awe!

"Hmm, it smells delicious."

Just as we walked a short distance, I saw a restaurant on the street selling fried rice.

It seems like they deliberately placed the kitchen outside to attract customers.

The chef used a shovel-like tool to stir-fry round onions and raw beef in a pot of pork fat. The enticing aroma can be smelled throughout the entire street.

Originally, I wanted to dine with Cascia in the restaurant, but my energetic daughter said she wanted to see more of the scenery in the Holy City, so we sat down at one of the outdoor tables they set up.

The beef and onion fried rice was not ready yet, so I kept Cascia company. She saw something curious and asked about it, and I answered her questions like a tour guide, telling her everything she wanted to know.

"Daddy." My daughter innocently flicked her silver hair and asked, "What's that over there?"

A little distance away, there were two soldiers guarding a huge crystal stone.

"Oh, that's the Trial Stone," I said, "If you touch it, flames will shoot out from the stone, and the size of the flames can determine a person's magic talent. In the Holy City, almost every child is required to undergo the Trial Stone's trial."

"Can Cascia touch it too?" My daughter looked at me expectantly.

"Of course," I shrugged, "It's open to the public anyway."

"Then I'll go!"

Cascia hopped off the chair and ran over in the wind.

Ah, my daughter's running figure is really beautiful, pure and innocent like an angel.

As I drank my tea, I couldn't help but reminisce about my own childhood, the scene of touching the Trial Stone for the first time.

I remember there were many children queuing up back then, but most of them could only produce flames as big as a palm, with the better ones being like a slightly bigger stove. And me, I vividly remember because when I touched the stone, the flame I conjured directly set the roof of the Trial Stone's building on fire, causing an explosion as well.

But just as I snapped out of my reverie, something shocking happened with a loud "boom."

My daughter, touching the Trial Stone.

Had already blown off the roof.