I'm Secretly the Father of the Yandere Villainess's Daughter

On the other side... beside the shore vibrating with the sound of warm waves... inside the Auster Palace, the night had fully spread its black shroud across the sky, and the little Amelia was still training and continuing her struggle with the sword under the direct supervision of her father, Cain.

After finishing her energy cultivation and star mana pathway training... which in the end, despite all her arduous attempts and pride, hadn’t reached the stage of ”The Gasp” yet...

she still felt immense relief. For if she continued with this upward momentum under a terrifying and perfect instructor like her father, progress was inevitable, even if it was slight and slow compared to her old fantasies as a former Empress who thought she would reclaim her Royal Level power and surpass her previous ceiling in record time.

But, as her father had told her, this was the safest and best way to train without causing harm to her veins or having the energy backfire upon her.

As for now, here she was training with this tiny body on sword techniques, focusing entirely on the basics. In her past life, she had been extremely arrogant and despised all types of weaponry and swordsmanship, believing that star magic alone was enough to crush existence. However, she realized after her sudden death that had she possessed a deep knowledge of weapons and close combat, her offensive and defensive capabilities would have risen, and she wouldn’t have fallen so easily.

As a reborn former Empress with her full memories intact, this mental background was highly useful for executing movements rapidly despite the weakness of her current body.

Slash!

Slash!

Slash!

The straw training dummies scattered across the corners of the hall, completely split into two equal halves, with their upper sections landing softly on the ground.

Amelia wiped the beads of sweat pouring from her tiny face, breathing heavily. This body was childish, small, still in its growth phase, and severely lacked long-term endurance. She wished from the depths of her heart that she could become this man’s disciple with her full-grown body and her previous muscle mass.

While she stood in her place, panting from sheer exhaustion and fatigue... she caught a glimpse of a crimson red apple being tossed lightly in her direction. With lightning speed, her trained senses detected the projectile’s movement, causing her to raise her sword and swing it, cleanly and beautifully cleaving the apple into two halves in mid-air, which landed precisely between her tiny hands.

She bit into the apple immediately, feeling rejuvenation surge through her cells. This precious magical apple from Cain’s storage miraculously restored her depleted mental energy, healed her body, and banished her fatigue and boredom in an astonishing way. Without it, she would have completely collapsed and lost consciousness after the first five minutes of ordinary sword swinging.

Cain patted her head gently and smiled an encouraging smile, saying,

”Splendid work, Amelia... you are improving noticeably and extremely fast. We are done with today’s training.”

Amelia went silent for a moment, looking at her father who had thrown the apple to her just moments ago and was now placing his warm hand on her head, caressing her strands of hair. She felt a strange warmth invade her chest, and her cheeks flushed slightly with shyness.

She turned her face away from him, trying to manage her childish emotions, though in reality, she was thoroughly enjoying his kindness and tenderness. But after she directed her gaze back at him, contemplating his tall stature and overwhelming majesty... confusion seized her, and she wondered within herself once more: ’Will I ever be able to reach even half of his strength?’

Could her fragile, weak sword strike—with which she could barely slice dry straw dummies right now—ever become like his strikes? A single swing from him, without a complex tactic or even a fully locked grip, just a casual, passing swing, was capable of cleaving towering mountains and splitting roaring rivers through the sheer force of its terrifying power! Honestly, she desperately yearned for a satisfying answer to this sort of question that occupied her mind as a novice swordsman.

So she looked at him and said with hesitation,

”Lord Duke... what... what is the true realm I must reach so that a casual swing from me, without using any high-tier techniques or complex mana, becomes capable of subjugating everyone and crushing them?”