I'm The Only Granddaughter Of The Strongest Duke
Ch. 1

It was a day when the sunlight beaming down strongly coupled with a gentle breeze that felt ticklish on the cheeks..

Dragging a sword as large as my body, I paused in the middle of the market and watched people going in and out in a flurry.

‘Mmh, what a good day.’

_What a good day to screw up some business. _

A mischievous grin came out as I rubbed together my sweaty and wet hands from dragging the large sword.

And then.

Plop!

I plopped down in the middle of the market, and took out the radish I had prepared in advance on the ground.

The merchants who were selling goods on the market watched me as if it were an ordinary sight.

In particular, Uncle Allen, who stood next to me selling his handcrafted swords, greeted me amicably.

“Hey, Eve! Are you here to do ‘that’ again today?”

“Yes, uncle. I’m here to do that.”

I answered him with a slight nod that was tinged with irritation, and my gaze glistened toward the passersby.

The sword I was carrying seemed to pique the interest of many who came to the market to buy goods.

Indeed, they must be curious that a little girl who looked about eight years old was sitting on the market floor while holding a sword the size of her body.

Later, an old lady wearing a costly shawl and an old man who appeared to be her husband came up and asked.

“Are you going to sell that, dear?”

They seemed to think I carried the sword all the way here in order to sell it.

I replied along with a beaming smile.

“No! I’m not going to sell it!”

“But why are you bringing it?”

_Let me show you right away. _

I raised the sword lightly.

The old couple widened their eyes when I raised a huge sword without a hitch.

Of course, they would be shocked to see a kid raise a sword that obviously looked heavy without difficulty.

But there was a secret here.

This cool Excalibur had an ability to change its weight according to the user’s strengths, so even an eight-year-old could lift it with ease.

‘Ahem, no surprise here. It was made by the world’s greatest master.’

I silently marveled at my father’s extraordinary talent as I caressed the sword.

It was too large and dangerous for a small child to hold, but I had dealt with swords for a long time and knew how to handle them safely.

“Whoa-!!”

When I lifted the sword with ease, cheers erupted from the crowd who flocked to see me.

They seemed eager to see a superhuman strength show from a kid with a sword the size of her body.

_Hahaha, but the real deal starts now! _

I held the cool sword up in the air, pretending to hit the radish with all of my might.

“.....!”

I, who was surrounded by people’s expectations and cheers, stopped_ _right before the tip of the sword touched the radish.

“....Thud.”

I "pretended" to cut the radish to give the impression that the sword was not good enough to cut it, so I cutely knocked my fist on my head~.

“How weird? This sword is made by the world’s best weaponsmith, ‘Sir Royce’, so why can’t it cut a radish?~”

I made it clear to people that this sword was badly made and ‘Sir Royce’ was the one who made this poor sword-although the truth was far from that!

People looked at me as if they couldn’t believe a sword that seemed to be able to cut a dragon's skin couldn’t even cut a radish.

I shouted loudly again in order to further convince them.

“There’s no way that a sword made by Sir Royce could go wrong~ Why can’t it cut a mere radish?”

“......”

“It’s just a radish!!”

“...Let’s just leave. What kind of sword can’t even cut off a radish…it looks like a toy sword.”

“No, but it looks well made…Did that kid say it was made by Sir Royce? I should never buy a sword from him….it’s useless, tsk…”

The crowd, who flocked around like clouds, scattered in an instant.

Being left alone in the middle of the market floor, I clenched my fist.

‘Great, it went as planned.’

At least now, those people wouldn’t buy swords from Sir Royce, right? And if the words traveled far…

Fufu, my dad will be unemployed!

With a malicious grin, I packed my Excalibur and the uncut radish one after another.

Uncle Allen, who was selling swords next to me, raised his thumb as if saying I did a good job today.

Uncle was selling swords to the old couple who took interest in my sword earlier.

‘Hmph, I’m not doing this for your sake, uncle.’

I stuck my tongue out at him and walked out of the market with enthusiastic steps.

I felt sorry for my dad, but I got to screw up his business today!

My name is Eve Royce.

I wasn’t originally born as a treacherous daughter who ruined her dad’s business.

It was only half a year ago that I started ruining my dad’s business in full swing.

It was after I realized that I had been born into a world of a fantasy novel that I had read in my past life.

I still remember that day clearly. The day when warriors in silver armor came to my house through the pouring rain!

“We’d like to ask Sir Royce to make swords.”

As soon as I heard that voice, I realized that I lived in a fantasy novel, and that my dad was an extra who died pointlessly in the novel.

And then I fainted.

“Eve!!”

My last memory was when my dad held me in his arms as I fell.

‘I mean…does this make sense?’

How absurd is it that my dad is an extra who dies pointlessly in a novel?

_Say what?! _

It’s a role where he died of overwork due to that very responsibility.

My dad was given the role of ‘a weaponsmith who died of overwork from making swords for the warrior’s party’ in the novel.

The best weaponsmith in this novel, ‘Nial Royce’.

Niel Royce died of overwork while making seven swords, which were requested by the protagonist’s warrior party in order to defeat the dragon. Not to mention, he had to make seven more spare swords, so he had to make fourteen swords in total.

Niel Royce’s death was partly caused by the warriors’ thoughtless request to make fourteen swords in total, but there was another reason for his death.

Mainly because the iron ore used by the world’s best weaponsmith, Nial Royce, was the one that ate away the smelter’s life force.

Of course, Nial Royce, in the novel, didn’t know about this.

He worked non-stop when those bastards were asleep and then died.

And that fool was my dad.

When I learned about the truth, I stayed in bed, lying sick as if I were on a deathbed, when all of a sudden, I woke up and screamed.

“Argh, as if I let that happen!”

“E-Eve? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?”

This guy!

He was a bit dumb! He was a man who only knew about his daughter and weapons! But he was the best weaponsmith in the world and was also my dad!

I couldn’t see my dad die so pointlessly.

_Why do these fu*king warriors need seven spare swords anyway? If your sword breaks, don’t cry like a baby, accept your fate along with your broken sword! _

(TL/N : Eve is such a savage baby XD)

While I was grumbling, my dad quickly took a cup of hot milk and served it in front of me.

“My daughter, drink this first and calm down. Okay? What’s wrong with you all of a sudden…”

I ignored my dad’s worried voice and chugged down a glass of milk.

Bang-!

After putting it down as hard as it could on the bedside table, I looked back at my dad.