I Became the Demon King’s Only Daughter
When I opened my eyes, I was a newborn baby. And it seemed that I was the daughter of a hero from this fairytale book.
“Bellatrix. That will be your name.”
I am the hero’s daughter—but I ended up being raised by the Demon King. That’s fine. Everything’s fine, but…
“Human babies grow by drinking milk, don’t they?”
“Yes, since they don’t have teeth to chew with.”
“How pitiful. Human babies are born without even teeth to chew food.”
Raised by demons who don’t have a shred of human common sense.
“Then try feeding her yours.”
“Shall I give it a go?”
… Excuse me? What now? At this rate… Can I even grow up properly?
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It hurts. I must have caught a cold or something. I have to say it. I’m sick. Please save me! I can do this!
Let’s go… but it turned out to be just baby babble!
“Ugh… Uwah-puh-ah…”
I’m in pain! I’m sick right now! I’m telling you I’m sick! I am ill!
“Is… is she trying to talk?”
“From what I heard, I think she said ‘Papa.’”
Goodbye, everyone. It’s only been a few days since I was reborn as a baby. But now, I’m about to say farewell to the world again…because of a cold.
