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Guilas's footsteps echoed in the long corridor of the castle, his figure tall and imposing, as always exuding an aura not to be underestimated. However, today he carried a special little guest in his arms - his daughter, Arya. This tiny life inadvertently became the focus of this ancient castle.
The doors of the conference room slowly opened, and Guilas entered the lavishly decorated, solemn atmosphere of the room with Arya.
Here gathered the high-level members of the demon clan. Their gaze shifted as Guilas entered, finally landing on the baby in his arms.
"Guilas, who is this?" spoke a senior figure in a black robe, his voice deep and powerful.
Guilas nodded slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of tenderness: "This is my daughter, Arya. Today, she will accompany us and participate in this meeting together."
The meeting room fell silent, followed by low murmurs.
The conversation of the high-ranking demon clan members intertwined:
"This is truly unprecedented, Guilas actually brought a baby to the meeting," a slender, sharp-eyed demon member said in a low voice, with a slight furrow of his brow.
Another member of the demon clan, an older woman with long silver hair, gently shook her head and smiled, "It seems that Guilas really values this little life."
"But will this affect the seriousness of the meeting? After all, a baby..." a man in a deep red robe said doubtfully, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
"Perhaps Guilas has his reasons. I feel that this little girl is extraordinary," said an old man with a thick beard, speaking slowly and deliberately, his gaze deep.
"Regardless, Guilas's decisions always have their reasons. We just need to focus on the meeting's agenda," said a young member of the demon clan, his tone revealing his respect for Guilas.
"Ah, this little one is indeed very cute. Perhaps her presence can bring a different atmosphere to the meeting," whispered a middle-aged female member of the magical race, her eyes shimmering with a gentle light.
Although Arya's appearance was unexpected, her presence quickly became an undeniable part of the scenery in the meeting room. Guilas's decision, while sparking some private discussions, uniformly showed respect and trust in him.
Guilas walked towards the conference table and gently placed Arya on a nearby chair. Arya curiously looked around, her eyes sparkling with curiosity about this new and strange world.
The meeting began, and the discussion revolved around the future of the magical race and the upcoming challenges.
Guilas sometimes speaks seriously and sometimes calmly expresses his opinions, his words are full of wisdom and profound insight.
Arya's appearance seems to bring a slightly unusual atmosphere to this serious meeting. She sometimes emits a gentle giggle, and at other times curiously reaches out her small hand to touch the documents and writing materials on the table, her innocence forming a sharp contrast with the serious atmosphere in the meeting room.
The meeting was in progress when Arya suddenly burst into tears of discontent. Everyone held their breath, expecting Demon Lord Gulas to be angry, but instead witnessed a surprising scene that left them speechless.
Guilas quickly turned around and gently comforted Arya by patting her back with a tender gesture, whispering softly, "Don't cry, my little princess, I'm here."
The scene made the high-ranking demons present couldn't help but smile. Obviously, even the most serious meeting couldn't resist the innocent charm of a baby.
"It seems that even the King of Demons cannot resist the power of fatherly love," a tall demon said softly, with a strange gleam in his eyes.
Guilas Upon hearing this, his lips curled slightly, but he did not respond. His gaze returned to the meeting, continuing to discuss important matters.
The meeting went on for a few hours, and Arya gradually quieted down in Guilas's arms, eventually falling asleep in the warmth of his embrace. Her cheeks were rosy, and her sleeping expression was peaceful and sweet.
At the end of the meeting, Guilas stood up and carefully picked up the sleeping Arya. He nodded to everyone present, thanking them for their understanding and cooperation.
"Thanks to Arya's company, today's meeting has brought us a different kind of warmth," Guilas said in a low, powerful voice, his eyes revealing deep affection for his daughter.
The crowd nodded in agreement, their eyes shining with an unusual light.
Arya's appearance not only brought a touch of warmth to the meeting, but also showed them another side of Guilas.
The castle of Guilas, this towering and gloomy building, seems to have been infected by some subtle atmosphere since Arya's arrival.
This little life, like a beam of light, illuminates every corner of the ancient castle.
However, as she grows, Guilas begins to feel an unprecedented emotion - jealousy.
On that day, Guilas stood in his spacious study, gazing out at the courtyard through the window.
Arya was playing with a few Warlocks, her laughter clear and melodious.
Maxi and Eleanora took turns lifting her high, and whenever she laughed happily, they couldn't help but laugh along. Guilas furrowed his brow slightly, feeling a hint of displeasure.
"Lord Guilas, what are you thinking about?" Sebastian's voice interrupted his thoughts.
Guilas turned around and replied expressionlessly, "Nothing, just watching Arya."
Sebastian smiled slightly and said, "She is such a lovely child, everyone really likes her."
Guilas's gaze fell on the window again, his voice low and calm: "Yes, she is very popular."
But in his heart, he didn't think so. He began to realize that his concern for Arya had surpassed ordinary care. Whenever he saw others getting close to her, an inexplicable uneasiness would well up in his heart.
A few days later, the castle held a grand banquet. The nobles gathered together, enjoying fine wine and cuisine.
Arya wore an exquisite little dress and became the center of attention at the banquet. Lilith gently picked her up, kissed her forehead, and said, " Arya, you look absolutely lovely today."
Arya giggled and reached out to touch Lilith's cheek. Guilas watched from the side, feeling an inexplicable surge of anger in his heart. He walked over and said coldly, "Lilith, hand her over to me."
Lilith was somewhat amazed, but still obeyed and handed Arya over to Guilas. As Guilas held Arya, feeling her warmth and breath, the anger in his heart gradually subsided.
After the dinner party, Guilas was alone in the study, lost in thought. He began to reflect on his actions and realized that his jealousy towards Arya had clouded his judgment. Such emotions were inappropriate for a leader, especially one of the demon tribe, and could even be dangerous.
A few days later, Guilas decided to talk to Enot and seek his advice. Enot was Guilas' most trusted advisor and also his old friend.
In the late night in the study, Guilas sat at the table, facing Enot, his eyes revealing a rare sense of confusion and perplexity.
"Enot, I find myself having an unexplainable feeling towards Arya," Guilas said in a low voice, with a hint of hesitation.
Enot gazed at Guilas, pondered for a moment, and then slowly spoke: "Lord Guilas, you have always been a strong and rational leader. But even the mightiest of the demon race cannot be completely immune to the influence of emotions."
Guilas lowered his head, seemingly reflecting on his own inner thoughts: "But these emotions, they make me feel vulnerable, they make me feel unsettled."
Enot nodded gently: "Emotions can indeed bring vulnerability, but they are also the source of our strength. Your concern for Arya may be a manifestation of a certain desire deep within you."
Guilas raised his head, his eyes shimmering with complex light: "Desire? Me, a The leader of the demon clan, have any desires?"
"Perhaps it's a longing for family, a longing for affection," Enot said calmly. "Arya is not just a child; she may have awakened certain long-suppressed emotions in your heart."
Guilas fell silent. His heart was in turmoil, a feeling he had never experienced before. He had always thought his heart was as strong as his castle, impervious to any emotional disturbance.
"So, what should I do?" There was a hint of pleading in Guilas's voice.
"Accept it, Lord Guilas," Enot said firmly. "Accept this emotion and let it become a part of you. It won't weaken you; on the contrary, it will make you more complete."
Guilas took a deep breath, as if trying to absorb the words. His gaze gradually became firm: "I understand. Thank you, Enot."
From that day on, Guilas began to change his attitude towards Arya. He no longer resisted his care for her, but started to interact with her in a more open and gentle way.
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