Perhaps because they were in a good mood, the two children thought the dinner was very plentiful and incredibly delicious.
The dishes that the two of them loved most were laid out on the table, each drop of sauce seemingly glistening.
In the old days, Father wouldn't have acted this way. Back then, if either of them made a mistake, they wouldn't escape his reprimand. Even a single glance from him was enough to make the children tremble with fear.
To this day, Philsa's impression of her father remains very vivid, without the slightest blurring. Because it is a memory of a loved one, imprinted in her blood.
My father was very young, never seemed to age. In my memory, his face was angular and resolute, like a diamond, and never showed a single wrinkle. His eyes were unlike those of ordinary people, displaying a striking red and blue hue.
My father was one of the top knights in the organization in terms of strength, and his reputation was as great as his battle record.
Even when facing a demon so powerful that others feared it, he was able to handle it with ease.
He possessed a secret sword technique that even his mother was unaware of.
It is said that it can kill and eliminate enemies in the instant of "drawing the sword".
As evening fell, after the children were fast asleep, the father silently packed his bags, left the children's room, and went into the bedroom next door. The mother followed closely behind. She retrieved the battle robe her father had worn before going to war.
My father is about to fight a decisive battle, and he's coming home today to say goodbye to his family. The organization has informed me that time is of the essence, and we must depart at midnight tonight.
So there's no need to get angry about the kids' mischief today.
"To Lord Julangshi, the 'Flash Blade Demon Slayer'."
Upon hearing this "title" of his that his wife rarely mentioned, he grinned like a child, his expression completely at odds with his mature demeanor. "It's been so long since I've heard this not-so-pleasant title since I left the Demon Clan."
As he spoke, he skillfully and quickly put on his coat. The dark blue uniform, with its hem reaching his knees, fit him perfectly.
Its simple and unadorned design, with no unnecessary parts exposed, seems to have been tailor-made for it.
With a smile, the mother straightened the collar of her husband, Jullen, who was also Firth's father. This was her favorite thing to do for him.
The large, modern nautical-style lapel has a soft, comfortable feel, just like the feeling the garment's owner evoked in her.
Journ is a knight, but unlike others, he is a knight with demon blood flowing through his veins.
The battle he is about to face is against the nobles and royalty of the demon realm, as well as his former friends and family. Due to differences in values and other factors, he has parted ways with his demon relatives and friends.
Before being expelled by the demons, Jullen had already left the demon realm, met his mother, fallen in love with her, and joined the human "Midnight Slayer" organization to work as a demon slayer.
Her father, Jorge, was a knight with demon blood flowing through his veins, while her mother, Flandre, was a child of a god from the East.
According to Eastern beliefs, the mother was a "demigod." Their union produced a son and a daughter—
Philsa Danlitaire inherited the bloodline of the demon race, while his eldest daughter, Iphinas Danlitaire, retained the power of a demigod.
Philsa was born with a pair of deep blue eyes, unlike her parents', like a calm, undamaged lake. In fact, people with clear blue eyes are born with a magical talent called "Icy Eyes," which makes learning ice magic or magical martial arts much easier.
However, relatively speaking, people with "Cold Eyes" are usually not determined enough, have a stubborn personality, and are prone to going astray.
As for the name "Firsa", it was taken from the name of the seventh-ranked ice demon god "Resarf" in the demon world's genealogy.
He wrote the letters of the name of the Ice Demon God in reverse order, which became "Fraser".
In the legends of the demon race, Lezaf wields the power of extreme ice that even the gods fear, and he completely dominates the winter season of the demon realm.
His will was as firm as solidified ice, yet he treated his companions with the gentleness of melting ice water in spring.
The parents hoped that Philsa could be like the demon, with a firm will, whose beliefs would not waver no matter what happened, and who would stick to the path he had chosen.
His father was firmly opposed to Philsa joining the Knights and becoming a knight.
Furthermore, we plan to keep him away from battlefield matters as much as possible in the future.
J. Langshi stared at the sword in his hand, remaining silent for a long time.
"Once, I had a close comrade-in-arms who was also a demon and shared my desire to break free from the demon race. In a battle, he 'fell'."
The mother was speechless, but silently straightened the father's clothes and smoothed out the wrinkles.
"It was because of his 'fallen' that the demonic nature within his blood awakened, transforming him from a half-demon who still retained some reason into a demon born solely for battle, indulging in a frenzied slaughter, killing his comrades, and ultimately meeting his end at the hands of his allies."
J. L. R. did not want his son to repeat the same mistake.
"In case... he is forced to go through this process... I believe he will be resolute and not be consumed by the demonic forces. Didn't you go through the same thing? Besides, child, he is 'Fraser'!"
J.L. Nods and turns to gaze at his wife.
After a long pause, he changed the subject and said, "Actually, there was a time when humans and demons lived in harmony, or at least kept to themselves. However, that was during the primordial era."
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