MY MAJESTY, VOLUME 4 - Season 9 Episode 39

It was never his intention to stay in the living world where the mortals lived. Visit? Sure, but the Devil had never thought that he would be stuck in the living world for the next decades, not knowing what was coming his way.

Right now, little Constance slept on his l.a.p as if there was no pillow when in truth, there were many luxurious items that she could make use of. But she preferred to rest her head on his l.a.p.

“Tell me what this bewitchery is. I was here trying to take a nap and she woke me up to only sleep instead,” commented Vladimir, without raising his voice so that it wouldn’t wake the girl up.

“She looks like a cat, Master,” added Odin.

“It’s too big for a cat,” said Vladimir.

He then slowly picked his daughter up in his arms. At the same time, his daughter put her hands around his neck, moving closer to hug him. “Looks like I won’t be getting a chance to nap today,” came the dull words from Vladimir’s mouth. And even though he was unhappy about missing his short sleep, he put his arm around the girl so that she wouldn’t fall while also keeping her near to him.

The scene that Calhoun was watching changed to a time where Vladimir had returned to the castle after finishing his small stroll in the village. He was greeted by his daughter, who had been surrounded by books. His two servants, Odin and Doughlas, as usual, had been babysitting his daughter.

“Papa!” his daughter came running to hug him with excitement as if she hadn’t seen him in the last few months. His daughter was so adorable, thought Vladimir in his mind while his expression remained unfazed.

“Welcome back, Master,” the two servants greeted him with a bow.

“Seems like you have been having quite a day. What is with this mess in the hallway?” he questioned the two servants who were with his daughter.

“Lady Constance wanted to read in the hallway today, Master. And there seems to be a spider that went missing,” Odin explained with a serious face.

“So?” Vladimir deadpanned. “Kill it.”

Odin looked a little troubled, and he said, “We did, Master, but we are unable to find the nasty thing. It seemed to have escaped.”

“If people in the underworld are going to hear that the Devil’s personal servant is unable to find one meager spider, even the little reputation is going to die,” glared Vladimir. Turning to his daughter, he asked, “Where did you last see the spider, darling?”

“It was in my room, papa. This big,” she opened her open palm, “With nine legs.”

“What happened to the other leg? Anyways, Odin and Douglas, let’s get the spider out,” said Vladimir, walking towards his daughter’s room and everyone followed the Devil.

Odin and Douglas got two brooms, and they started looking for the spider in every nook and corner. In the meantime, little Constance had inched closer to her father, tugging one of his sleeves.

“Did you find the spider?” questioned Vladimir.

His daughter shook her head, and she said, “Did you go to the village today? When will you take me there?”

“When you grow big enough. The village is not safe for a small girl like you. I would rather say the forest is more pleasing compared to those imbecile fools. Now is not the time to talk about it, lest you want this spider to come attack you,” Vladimir tried to change the subject.

Odin, looking for the spider, couldn’t help but overhear what his Master just said, and he turned to look at his Master with a blank look on his face. Thinking to himself as if the Devil would ever allow a spider hurt his only child.

After a minute, Odin was the first to find the spider hidden behind the cot. He used the broom in an attempt to smash it, but the big spider only escaped and moved to another corner.

“AH! It is there!” the little girl screamed, hiding right behind her father.

“You. It is just a small spider. There’s nothing to be scared about,” Vladimir lightly scolded his daughter. “You are the Devil’s daughter, you should be fearless.”

Both Douglas and Odin tried to hit the spider, but it was much smarter than them, escaping before the broom could touch it. Hearing the clanking sounds in the room, Vladimir sighed and said, “Hand me the broom,” he raised his hand.

Odin quickly passed his broom, giving it to his Master while standing in front of little Constance, where the girl hugged his leg with her small hands.

“How hard is it to kill one spider,” Vladimir shook his head, pulling the desk and found the spider below it.

He raised his hand with the broom in it, and the next second, he hit the spider with full force.

But when he pulled the broom back, and though the spider was dead, little Constance screamed.

“M-master I think the spider was pregnant and its eggs were about to hatch,” said Odin on seeing the tiny little spiders start to crawl on the ground. Vladimir raised his hand, and with one snap, the entire floor of the room filled itself with fire except for the place where little Constance stood, where an empty circle had been created.

“There, problem solved,” said Vladimir cooly, but Constance was in tears.

“Master…you burnt down Lady Constance’s things, the toys…” Odin’s voice trailed, looking at the little girl who didn’t utter a word, but she looked sad. It was because she knew her father didn’t like her crying.

“I will get you better ones. Anyways it was time to clean this room,” said Vladimir.

During the night, the little girl brought her pillow and blanket along with her, dragging it behind her before getting into Vladimir’s room to sleep. She climbed into the bed, holding his hand and in a couple of minutes, the girl fell sound asleep in her father’s company.