"My king…" Maria gently called out.
"Hm?" Damian looked at her, and the moment their eyes met, Maria's face flushed red, her emotions slipping beyond her control.
"M-My king… is she y-your daughter?"
Maria asked hesitantly.
The girl in question, walking beside her father, the emperor, while holding his hand, turned her gaze toward Maria with curiosity.
Her round, crimson eyes blinked slowly.
"Hehe, yes… she is my daughter," Damian chuckled, observing the silent exchange of stares between his daughter and the others. "You've met her before."
"I-I have?" Maria asked, shocked.
She was certain she would remember meeting the The great King's daughter, especially one so heavenly and adorable, with such unique features.
Forgetting someone like her would be impossible.
It was already astonishing that their king had a daughter, but realizing she had met her before was even more outrageous.
Still, Maria did not doubt Damian.
If he said they had met, then they truly had.
