The Rise Of The Mythical Warlords: Conquering the New World With SSR Castles.
CH-41S
"what's your name?"dei asked the little girl just to open up her short talk of pleasantries.
according to the information Dei got from his system in this cruel and savage world a slave could not even have his own name, and how the slave owner calls his slave depends on the person of each one who calls them with a good name and there are also rough ones generally the latter type is more often used.
after hearing Dei's words the little girl simply looked at Dei while tilting her head and for Dei himself who saw the little girl's response could only fall silent as if understanding something.
"Didn't you have a name ?"dei asked the little girl and only replied to the nod of the little girl with both of her eyebrows tilted up and along with it the look of her little face looked sullen .
seeing the expression of the little girl Dei could only smile and soon Dei said.
"What if I give you a name?"dei asked the little girl who was still sitting on her thigh.
and after hearing Dei's words the look on his face changed with his eyes wide open and mouth gaping .
"Are you not lying to me, sir?"ask the girl as if trying to make sure that what she heard earlier was reality and not a mere delusion.
seeing the reaction of the little girl who turned 360 degrees Dei was not surprised because for him the little girl in front of him already he considered his biological child, because if his son was born maybe the same age as the little girl in front of him so to make up for his mistake Dei without thinking long decided to make the little girl
as his adopted son.
Why is Dei's child not born in this world because in the womb of 1 month his wife ,there is one incident that makes Dei very forced to kill his own wife and unfortunate for Dei who does not know that his wife is pregnant with his child if his wife tells him maybe he will die and not his beloved wife, if I forget the past let the present pass the future is waiting to be explored make the past a valuable lesson, no, remember failure is not the end, not the end, maybe after the failure there will be success waiting for us only depends on us how to achieve success itself.
seeing the nod of Dei the little girl smiled widely and at the moment of smiling, the top teeth were visible even though yellowing due to not being treated but according to Dei it was the brightest smile in the world.
and for the little girl to stare at Dei unblinkingly as if looking forward to the name she would use for a lifetime and by the way this little girl was the same girl as the girl she had eaten together with Viltarin and Lycan and this little girl were also the only ones among the former slaves who dared to speak at Dei's speech .
after a while of thinking of a good name for the little girl Dei finally found a name that was perfect for the little girl who was still sitting on her forehead.
"Well what if your name is Mia ?"ask Dei to the little girl .
"Mia, that's a good name sir although I don't know what it means but I like it" said the little girl more precisely Mia and for Mia's own expression a little difficult to explain .
"All right now your name is Mia Daemonius, since you are my adopted son now then you will bring my margaret!."Dei said to Mia.
"Good tu-"
"just call dad or whatever you want as long as you don't call like that." Dei said after cutting off Mia's unresolved words and only in response to Mia's nod of the head .
Just as the two of them were sitting and enjoying the beauty of the blooming flowers perfectly, suddenly a woman with two horns on her head ran towards Dei very quickly.
and before long the woman with two horns on her head had arrived before Dei , then to Dei's surprise the woman immediately knelt in front of him which made Dei himself very surprised.
"Your Majesty, Lord Arioch and Armaros and the others have returned home and now they are in the castle hall."Said the demon race woman to Dei while adjusting her breath which was quite breathless after running around the entire Dei region . Yep it ran.
