Lilly was momentarily stunned.

She turned her head to look around but found no one, not even a ghost. What did she know…

Suddenly, there was a loud noise from outside the room, and Lilly quickly exclaimed, “Who’s there? Daddy, let’s go out and see.”

Blake glanced outside, then raised his hand and collected all the pill bottles from the medicine cabinet, placing them in Lilly’s satchel.

Lilly promptly pressed his hand, saying, “Daddy, it’s okay, we don’t need to take any more. Dad, you’re fine now, so we shouldn’t take someone else’s belongings.”

It was fine if there was no owner; first come, first served. If she saw it first, then it was hers.

But this cave belonged to someone, and she did not know when they would return.

You can’t take other people’s belongings… You have to repay what you owe. Taking more would only deepen the debt.

However, she heard her father say, “Don’t you understand, Lilly?”

Lilly blinked, puzzled. “Huh?”

Blake could not help but be amused by her and said softly, “The father of the Ruler of Hell is Emperor Prosper. So, who’s your father?”

Lilly was confused. “It’s you, Daddy?”

Blake asked again, “Lilly is the Ruler of Hell, so who’s her father?”

Lilly was taken aback.

Blake prompted, “Huh?”

Lilly exclaimed, realization dawning on her. “So… Daddy is Emperor Prosper?!”

Her eyes widened in astonishment.

built by Emperor Prosper for his daughter. The ice pond

a daze, “It belongs

the Ruler of Hell… and the Ruler of

Daddy is Emperor Prosper!

valuable pills

person whom Dad praised so highly earlier,

“Daddy, look at me, please say it again. I didn’t hear you. Please say

at her earnest and incredulous expression as if a

from deep within him, and Blake looked at Lilly with

these things belong

lady you spoke

Wo… woah!

things

been apologizing and muttering for so long, but

I murmured about that lovely lady… was

smile couldn’t help but spread across her face.

It was all hers!

to take

she still needed to leave a little here, just in case she needed it in the

she could

into the

“1… 2… 3…”

“88, 89, 90…”

“210, 211, 212…”

“crazy,” taking bottles here and

even forgot about the loud noise from outside

vigilance; rather, her father had given her a sense of security. With her father by her side, it seemed that no one could

watching her affectionately as she gathered the

of the elixirs from

She turned her

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