I'm Secretly the Father of the Yandere Villainess's Daughter

Chapter 55: It is Merely a Minor Theft!

On the following day...

Amelia stood in sheer bewilderment before her gargantuan, massive wardrobe, which was saturated with the latest luxurious trends of small girls’ attire. Adjacent to her rested a elongated crystal mirror, reflecting her stature and her small, childish physique.

In truth, she had hesitated for an exceedingly vaster duration, exerting immense effort to resolve what the flawless ensemble would reside to wear for this exceptional journey, of which her father had tenderly informed her prior to her retiring to slumber last evening. He had lucidly stated to her that it would manifest as a "strenuous training and power-tempering expedition," while simultaneously pledging a staggering reward should she perform adequately and deploy her utmost exertion in training alongside him.

And though from a practical standpoint she recognized with certainty that she ought to wear comfortable combat garments engineered for swift maneuvering and confrontations, she remained, at her core, a child possessing a latent feminine instinct that invariably desired to reside at the absolute pinnacle of beauty and elegance beside her cherished father. She internally yearned and burned with impatience to elicit words of praise from him, and for him to inform her that she was "the most gorgeous and precious entity within his existence"—for this phrase alone was thoroughly sufficient for her, capable of enriching her beyond any training or cosmic reward within the universe!

Yet, she simultaneously desired to project the appearance of a rational, mature child who comprehends necessities and circumstances initially; for in the final analysis, she possessed a pride obstructing her from being a mere heavy, annoying burden upon the shoulder of her father, the Duke.

Abruptly, the cord of her thoughts was severed by a familiar resonance carrying a playful, provocative undertone: "Gaze upon whom we possess here... the sweet, spoiled daughter who shall depart upon a private expedition entirely alone with her handsome father!.. How intensely I experience a sweeping jealousy and an overwhelming desire to occupy your position at this precise moment!"

Prior to her pivoting, Amelia was abruptly elevated from the floor, captured within the vast, warm embrace of her mother, Lucy, who cuddled her with immense force as though she were a mere sweet cotton doll belonging exclusively to her!

Amelia’s physique slightly petrified, and thoughts circulated with swiftness within her small, possessive intellect: "Yes, my gorgeous Mother... you ought to truly register jealousy! In fact, how intensely would you register the flames of jealousy consuming you further if you unearthed the truth; if you recognized that I am the primary and dominating entity within his heart and his world! He merely permits your cohabitation alongside him for a solitary rationale... because you are my mother, and because he dreads intensely for me to exist and grow devoid of a mother as well... He is unquestionably a gentle and merciful man, and that is the entirety of the matter!"

Lucy gently descended her daughter back upon the floor, commencing to chuckle lightly as she lowered her svelte posture to squat, arriving flush at the identical height of her small daughter. She proceeded to smile, gazing directly into her sweet countenance: "You appear thoroughly joyous and jubilant, girl... Reside you un-sorrowful even a fraction because your cherished mother shall not accompany you upon this expedition?.. Will you truly refrain from interceding upon my behalf before your father to permit my departure alongside you both?"

Amelia possessed not a single shred of desire for such an occurrence to materialize! She desired and planned with immense rigidity to monopolize her father and her duration alongside him alone, devoid of any partner. For her mother, Lucy, was a breathtaking woman who recognized flawless methodology—via her beauty and her sculpted posture—to hijack Cain’s attention and intellect within mere seconds. Via this methodology, if she accompanied them, Amelia would remain incapable of enjoying her father’s full focus and his absolute pampering of her, registering a deficit of pride as though she were relegated to the "Second Place." And she thoroughly repudiated residing in the second place behind any woman!

Amelia gazed at her mother from the corner of her eye, attempting to project the absolute pinnacle of coldness and nonchalance regarding this matter, mimicking the role of a haughty princess. For the possessor of the first place must never gaze downward or demonstrate vulnerability. And though she internally experienced a brand of minor guilt for being "vile" and repudiating her mother’s grace, her desire to monopolize the entirety of her father’s love for herself was more powerful than any deterrent, and she would obstruct herself from nothing she desired!

Amelia retorted with artificial coldness, "And why do you refrain from uttering this discourse to him and demanding to accompany him by yourself, Mother?"

Lucy elevated her brow in a stupefaction blended with laughter, "Huh?.. Does this signify that you truly lack the desire for the mother’s head to accompany you?.. You invariably ran forward within the past, flinging yourself into my warm embrace whenever you registered dread or vulnerability... Have you become stingy now, refraining from assisting your cherished mother in unearthing a warm embrace of her own to register security?"

Lucy uttered those coded words with supreme intelligence, winking at Amelia with a deeply pregnant gesture that aroused her suspicion.

Amelia instantly retorted in a sharp, intelligent resonance that sealed the debate: "I comprehend nothing of what you signify... however, my cherished Mother can grasp the ’pillow’ with force if she registers coldness tonight and desires warmth! Apologies from me now, my cherished Mother... I am in dire necessity of departing instantly, for ’Dad’ awaits me below, and I shall refrain from causing him to wait further!"

Lucy murmured in her secrecy with astonishment as she monitored the physique of her departing daughter: "Dad?!"

Lucy questioned in absolute distraction and bewilderment when precisely her small daughter had transitioned thus in this sudden, decisive methodology? And since when did Amelia appear this joyous, impatient, and resolved toward something in that thunderous fashion? She questioned whether a foundational matter and a grave secret had bypassed her without her noting it within recent days between the father and his daughter.

Yet, Lucy swiftly brushed those thoughts from her intellect; for in the final analysis, she was "Lucy Montgrad," and she would harvest no immense care for the details of childish jealousy! Her thoughts pivoted toward the grander prey... Cain. She questioned with sheer slyness

"Does this accursed Duke truly anticipate that via this sudden expedition he can flee and abscond from me and my retribution with this brand of simplicity?!"

For since that day preceding over a week ago—wherein those delicious matters materialized between them within the realm of celestial hurricanes—that gentle, stimulating magical twitch between her thighs had visited her repeatedly and daily, rendering her intellect frenzied from the excess of desire!

She had been attempting with the entirety of her mustered might and pride to maintain composure and emotional governance until she thoroughly concluded the optimization of the technique, [Soul Touch]. Once perfected, she could unearth the identity of that anonymous entity within the realm of Cain’s memories and entirely obliterate it. Subsequently, when he reclaimed his full vitality, she planned to invade and overrun him via all available routes, events, and positions within the mansion! At that juncture alone, he could weep, plead, and beg her for mercy to desist from his destruction and stimulation!

Yet... it appeared that she, too, could no longer resist or maintain innate patience until that timeline arrived.

Therefore, the instinct of the Blood Empire mobilized within her. Last evening, she covertly proceeded to concoct an intensely potent and "forbidden magical elixir"—a unique chemical and energetic composition to such an extent that it thoroughly divests its consumer of the capability to register time or exercise absolute governance over their nerves, while simultaneously rendering their physique operating and pulsating at the maximum, absolute physical and sensory energy achievable!

She was contemplating that she would depart via a concealed methodology alongside them upon that expedition, residing disguised. She had resolved to steal him from her daughter for a brief interval.

Lucy smiled a breathtaking smile dripping with malice as she grasped the bottle of the elixir: "It is merely... a minor theft possessing highly benevolent and medical intentions, Lord Duke!"