I woke up early the next day, and it was still dark around me. I didn't know what time it was, but I could already hear the sound of metal armor moving on the ground outside, indicating that some soldiers had already woken up. I felt my limbs getting cold as the warmth from last night had disappeared. However, there was still some residual warmth in my arms. I looked down and saw a small head resting on my chest, gently breathing - it was Lia, the cute and petite girl I was familiar with.

Could it be that Lia transforms into that tempting appearance at night? Her mentality still seemed like a young child, though. Perhaps succubi are in a predatory state at night, so they assume that appearance. It seemed that Lia, who had been in the palace all along, didn't know what she was supposed to do, but she seemed to have some instincts similar to what we experienced yesterday.

Regardless, to me, Lia is now my daughter. Even if it's a succubus's instinct, I will never do anything to her. With heartache, I gently patted Lia's head. She suddenly opened her eyes, looked around in panic, and tightly grabbed my chest. It seemed that only when she felt no hostility around her did she calm down. Seeing her series of actions made my heart ache. She was just a child, yet she had experienced so much suffering and had little kindness from others. That's probably why she's always afraid wherever she wakes up.

"Good morning, Daddy."

She rubbed her eyes and whispered to me. Before I could respond, she suddenly looked nervous and said softly, "Daddy… someone is coming…"

"Don't be afraid."

I held her in my arms and looked at the door. Soon, not only did Lia hear the footsteps, but I could also hear them along with the sinister sound of a chain of metal keys colliding outside the door. The key went into the lock, but the person didn't open the door quickly. Instead, they allowed the light to slowly come in, so that our eyes wouldn't be blinded since we had been in darkness. I held Lia tightly and watched the door with extreme vigilance. I didn't know who would come in or what they intended to do. We were now both the spoils of war for Hero Vilvy, and anything could happen.

Regardless of the situation, there are only a few things one could do to a man – either kill him or humiliate him. But there are far more things one could do to a girl. I will not let them get close to Lia. I have always been protecting her and will continue to do so in the future.

The door finally opened, and a head of silver hair fluttered in, followed by shiny armor and a sword at the waist. The metal leggings and boots produced a melody of war with every step. Since it was not necessary to wear a helmet at this time, she didn't wear it. Was she fully armed just to visit the prisoners, even though the war was over?

Vilvy was carrying a pile of thick fabric, which seemed to be clothing. She looked at us and didn't seem surprised to see Lia coming out of the cage. It was as if she had deliberately left the door open. I cautiously observed her. Although she was a hero who had brought an end to the war for humanity, she was not a hero or a warrior to me. She had never treated me kindly, even though we were both humans.

She paid no attention to my gaze and walked towards us with the pile of clothes. She placed them in front of us and used a dagger to cut the ropes on our wrists and ankles. Then, she looked at us with a blank expression, pointed at the clothes on the ground and said, "Get dressed and prepare to leave."

"Where to?" I asked while holding Lia.

"The North," she replied in a very simple manner. Then, she turned around and walked out, saying without looking back, "It's cold there, so put on the clothes."

I looked down and realized that Lia's tiny clothes had disappeared, perhaps due to her transformation. My face turned red with embarrassment. What did I look like in Vilvy's eyes? I thought I looked righteous, but in her eyes, I appeared to be a pervert holding a little girl without clothes on.

However, Vilvy didn't seem to mind and walked out of the cell. I looked at Lia and wondered what had happened. If Vilvy was going to exile us to the North, I would consider it a good thing. Although the North here certainly wasn't the same as our North, I felt that as long as we were away from Vilvy and Queen Sissi, we would be free.As for the life afterwards, I, as an adult, can still take care of Lia. I have some confidence in my ability. After all, I can even deceive modern people, let alone ancient humans who have not yet fully developed their languages. As long as we can escape from these perverts, that's good enough!

I picked up the clothes on the ground and took a look. They were quite normal – an ordinary coat, a warm cloak, thick gloves without finger separations, and a strange fur scarf. On the side were also big and small pairs of boots. I must say, the preparation was really meticulous.

Moreover, I noticed that the clothes were not of the same size. If Vilvy had brought them directly from the military supply department, they should be the same size since the army wouldn't have prepared clothes for children. However, one set of the clothes was specially made for Lia, and the size fitted her very well.

Inside the clothes, there were also specially prepared underwear. Although they were just simple shirts, they were still better than nothing. I picked up the clothes and gently put them on Lia. Lia looked at her clothes with surprise and whispered, "So warm..."

"Yeah, your clothes have been altered," I said as I pinched her clothes. The stitches were completely different from those on the larger set – they were more secure and delicate. It seemed that the clothes were originally prepared for adult men, but someone had altered them to fit Lia, and the person knew her size very well, making the clothes a perfect fit.

I fastened Lia's belt, secured the front of her cloak with a rope to protect her shoulders, adjusted her scarf to prevent wind from entering her collar, and put on her boots, which had wool lining inside. Or maybe it wasn't wool, but they were soft and warm.

Lia happily stretched her arms, spun around, and looked at me with a smile, asking, "Daddy, do I look good?"

In fact, it didn't look good. Although the clothes were very practical, they had no aesthetic appeal, with a dull, gray-white color and no dye. The smell of smoke from being bug-proofed was also unpleasant. However, Lia's innocent smile added endless cuteness to these simple and plain clothes.

No matter where we go, it's always about the face, isn't it?

I looked at the girl in front of me and nodded, "Very cute."

"Hehe!" Lia giggled and jumped into my arms. I rubbed her head, loosened her scarf slightly, and took off her wind-proof hat since it was not necessary to be so warm in here. I quickly changed into my clothes as well and then went out with her.

As soon as we left the room, we heard the rustling sound of metal armor from one side. Vilvy hadn't left but had been waiting by the wall. Hearing her voice, Lia in my arms trembled and hugged me tightly, burying her head in my back like a scared ostrich. I quickly pushed Lia behind me, staring at Vilvy. Vilvy still had no expression on her face. She reached out and grabbed my arm, before violently pushing me aside...

I couldn't match her physical strength.

Lia looked terrified, staring at Vilvy with fear. But Vilvy didn't seem to care about Lia's fear and just pinched her arms, legs, and shoes. She finally stood up and said contentedly, "Very good. The size is perfect, and there's no need for further alterations."

"Did you alter this clothes?" I asked Vilvy in surprise. It was hard to imagine that this woman in shining metal armor and carrying a sword could do such fine work. Normally, one wouldn't associate a female artisan with a warrior, right?

"Mm-hmm." Vilvy seemed normal as if I had just asked a foolish question. She stood up in front of Lia, who was still looking at her fearfully, with teary eyes. I looked at Vilvy, puzzled. She didn't seem to have any good feelings towards us, so why did she alter the clothes for Lia at this time? Moreover, Vilvy must have altered the clothes overnight. It didn't seem like something a soldier who could raise her blade at a child would do for a little girl – staying up all night to alter clothes."Why..."

"Because you are mine now."

Vilvy calmly looked at us and said, "So I don't want you to die."

After that, she walked past me, pointed at a smoking tent on the side, and continued, "There's breakfast over there. Eat, and then go to the entrance of the camp. Be quick, I won't wait for you long."

"Uhm..."

"The answer is yes."

"Yes..."

"Louder."

"Yes!"

Vilvy turned her gaze back and walked away. I went to Lia, gently held her hand, and Lia threw herself into my arms like she was in another world, sobbing softly: "Dad... I'm so scared... I'm so scared... Does this woman... Does she still want to kill me..."

"I don't know... But no matter what, Dad will protect you... However, for now, it seems like… maybe Vilvy isn't a bad person?"

I didn't understand what kind of person Vilvy really was, what she wanted to do, what her feelings were toward us, and if she was the same as Queen Sissi.

This time, heading to the north is not only me and Lia, but also the three of us, going to the unknown north together.