I Summoned the Demon King and Got a Dad - Chapter 1

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1. The Reason the Princess Summoned the Demon Lord

Shuria Cantabile.

One of only two princesses of the Cantabile Kingdom and the sole daughter of the third queen.

Shuria’s status should have certainly been that.

Until her mother was executed on charges of being a witch who murdered people.

Her mother’s death did not make Shuria particularly sad.

Not only was her mother unsuited for child-rearing to begin with, but she had never shown even the slightest affection to her daughter.

Her interests were solely in her own appearance and all things beautiful.

Therefore, Shuria spent most of her time with her nanny, so it was only natural that she felt no attachment to her mother.

But regardless of such feelings, her mother’s death changed many things for Shuria.

The changes happened slowly, but surely.

Knights and mages who entered her room without permission took away ornaments and jewels.

The nanny who had been like family disappeared, and the servants began to change as well.

The Queen’s Palace where Shuria had been staying was abandoned because a witch had lived there.

All while leaving Shuria still there.

At some point, she could no longer even have proper meals.

Shuria was no longer a princess.

She was a criminal and the daughter of a witch.

The various conveniences she had enjoyed as a princess, the nanny’s care—all the benefits she had received were never truly hers.

Five-year-old Shuria realized this fact two weeks after her mother’s execution.

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“Lira!”

After her mother’s death, Shuria, who had been confined to her room unable to have proper meals, joyfully called out the name of her maid whom she was seeing after a long time.

But strangely, she no longer smiled when looking at Shuria.

A cold gaze she had never received before.

At Lira’s eyes looking down at her, Shuria took a step back.

“Lira…?”

Even when she called Lira’s name again, her expression remained the same.

Confused, Shuria reached out and grabbed her arm.

But Lira only shook off Shuria’s arm and made a disgusted expression.

“How dare a witch’s daughter touch me!”

She couldn’t believe these words came from Lira, who had always been kind and affectionate.

There was no way she would say such things to her.

Lira was one of the people who had spent the most time with Shuria, along with the nanny.

To Shuria, she had been like a sister, family, and friend.

But the current Lira was very different from her memories.

Looking at Shuria frozen in shock, Lira let out a scornful laugh and brushed off the part of her clothes that had been grabbed as she spoke.

“Get a grip, Shuria. Do you still think you’re a princess?”

Lira said this with a sneer.

How much her mouth had been itching to say these words all this time.

Shuria didn’t know, but in fact, no one in the palace had ever properly treated her as a princess.

Her mother had been a commoner.

Though she possessed beauty so stunning that anyone would fall for her at first sight, she was a commoner with no family lineage to boast of.

Thanks to that, she became the third queen, but only she was acknowledged.

What meaning could there be for a princess who wasn’t favored?

Shuria had been called a half-wit princess by the maids and subtly looked down upon.

Only she was unaware of this fact—neither the nanny nor any of the maids who cared for her truly cherished Shuria.

Among all the affection she had received in the royal palace, not a single person had been sincere.

Shuria realized this fact far too late.

“…This is a joke, right?”

Looking at Shuria’s expression, who seemed about to cry from shock, Lira burst into laughter and dropped a small piece of bread in front of her.

It was the meal she was supposed to have brought several days ago, but had kept postponing because it was bothersome, finally delivered now.

“Know your place.”

Most of the maids working in the palace were nobles, and they despised her mother and Shuria, who had caught the king’s eye simply for being beautiful despite being commoners.

Watching Shuria finally break down and start crying in front of her, Lira smiled with satisfaction.

She felt that the world was finally turning as it should.

Lira left Shuria, who had started crying, behind and walked away.

After that, Lira came to the palace at most three times a week, at least once, to give Shuria bread.

Of course, it wasn’t for free.

Having somehow become friendly with the maids in charge of cleaning the palace, Lira told Shuria she would only give her bread if she did the cleaning.

The cleaning that would take three adults all day became entirely Shuria’s responsibility.

Naturally, there was no way she could clean properly, and when that happened, they would slap Shuria’s cheeks under the pretext that she hadn’t done her assigned work properly.

That day was no different.

Shuria had to offer both her cheeks in exchange for a piece of bread.

Looking at her face contorted with pain, Lira and the maids burst into laughter and gave her a piece of bread, and Shuria felt relieved that she could finally ease her hunger.

Then one of the maids approached and whispered something in her ear, and a smile spread across Lira’s face.

The two women quickly approached, grabbed Shuria’s arms and legs, and began heading somewhere.

Their destination was Shuria’s Mother’s Room.

An abandoned room that wasn’t even cleaned because it was considered ominous, with windows and doors sealed so that not a ray of light entered.

Finally realizing what the two were trying to do, Shuria attempted to resist, but only stronger punishment awaited her.

Bang!

With a loud sound, Shuria was thrown into the room.

“Think about your mother and wait until tomorrow.”

The door closed with laughter, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away.

The room was completely dark.

Not a bit of light entered.

Terrified by the fear of not being able to see anything, Shuria crouched in a corner.

She could feel blood flowing from her head where she had hit something when thrown.

“…It hurts.”

With resentment and anger rising to her chin, Shuria finally burst into loud sobs.

At that moment, the dark room filled with light.

At some point, a massive Magic Circle drawn in blood beneath her feet began emitting an ominous light.

Belatedly facing that ominous light, Shuria screamed from instinctive fear and ran to the door.

She felt she had to get out of this room quickly.

“Save me, please save me!!”

She pounded on the firmly closed wall and shouted, but no sound came from outside.

After pounding on the door for a while.

Realizing that no one would save her, Shuria looked with fearful eyes at the magic circle that had somehow turned black.

She no longer had the strength to even scream.

Finally, Shuria gave up on everything and leaned against the wall with her eyes closed.

The brighter the magic circle shone, the more she felt her strength being drained.

As the strength left her entire body, she began to feel pain in her heart.

A tremendous pain, as if her heart was being repeatedly stabbed with thorns.

“Huh, aaaaah!”

Shuria writhed and screamed, but it was only for a moment.

Tears flowed endlessly from her empty eyes that had given up on everything.

How much time had passed?

She could feel the pain fading away.

In its place was a forgotten fatigue, and her consciousness gradually became hazy.

Just as Shuria was barely holding on to her consciousness, a voice came from above her head.

“Tell me the reason you summoned me, young human.”

On the magic circle drawn in blood stood a beautiful, handsome man with large horns and wings.

A man whose entire being seemed to assert that he was no ordinary human.

However, Shuria had no strength left to be surprised by the man who suddenly appeared before her or to think about his identity.

She could only breathe with difficulty and stare blankly at the floor.

The man quietly observed Shuria in that state.

As if he rather hoped she would die without making any wish at all.

After a brief moment passed like this.

What remained for Shuria, who had recovered some of her strength, was only one emotion.

Not resentment or sadness, but a terribly deep loneliness.

It would have been fine if Mother didn’t love her.

Because she had her nanny and her maids.

But they no longer remained by her side.

The reason they had associated with her was because she held the status of a princess.

Tears began to fall drop by drop from her eyes.

What tormented her most after being left alone was solitude and loneliness.

Shuria ended up muttering a wish she had been thinking about for a long time.

“…I want to have a family.”

Like in the books she read, a kind father and mother.

Who would read storybooks together with her and take her on picnics.

Who would eat meals with her and have conversations.

She wanted to have a family that would love her unconditionally.

The exhausted Shuria couldn’t voice all the thoughts that came to mind, but she faithfully followed the demands that arose in her head.

“Become my daddy.”

As if to say the contract was established, Shuria’s hair was dyed the same black color as the man’s.

A strong light burst forth from the magic circle and embraced both Shuria and the man’s bodies.

It was the moment when the king of the demon realm became a five-year-old child’s daddy.

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