The Sassy Lost Daughter of the Grand Duke

Smith Torrain, The Fearsome Panther The carriage wheels slowly stopped in front of a shabby and deserted orphanage. The Torrain Knights, wearing emerald green uniforms, formed a defensive line around the whole place. The person inside the carriage strode outside. Black hair dark as a raven and eyes, like his uniform, emerald green, glare at the surroundings like a hunter looking for prey. The person with him in the carriage stepped outside and looked around in distaste. "Are your informants right? Is your daughter here?" "Raon, watch your mouth." The older man sternly said. "Yes, father." Raon, Torrain's eldest son, grumbled. Nine years ago, the newly born daughter of the Grand Duke was abducted. Grand Duke Smith persistently searched for his lost daughter, not out of love or care, but because of the wounded pride of the Panthers. To think that Torrain's daughter would be abducted inside their territory was a massive humiliation to their dignity. After nine years of persistent searching, a clue led the Grand Duke to the small town of Burgsh, located in the most deserted territory of the Brit Empire, Molan. "Seems like no one is here to welcome us," Raon said, after seeing that no one had approached them to introduce them to the place. "Luther." "What is it, Your Grace?" The Knight Captain stepped forward. "Did the informants hand you the report?" Smith could hear faint sounds of fighting nearby. "Yes, Your Grace." "Start." "Yes. The Forest Orphanage was built 12 years ago and was initially funded by the Molan Barony. After seven years, the reserves were cut because of the famine in the area, and the orphanage was abandoned. According to the information, a foreigner started sponsoring this orphanage, and that's why it's still operating now. The foreigner was a middle-aged woman from the Hiik Kingdom who settled here in Molan. There were no suspicious things about the identity of the Hiik woman, sir." "Anything else?" "Based on the people, the officials operating the orphanage are wasting money on their own. There are times when hunters sighted children hunting for their food. From the official papers of the orphanage, there are eight girls here. Among the varying ages of the girls, only one was a nine-year-old." "Are you saying that it might be my sister, Captain?" Raon said while casually kicking stones on the ground. "Yes. There's a huge possibility." Luther hoped this would be the last search for the Grand Duke's lost daughter. "Then why don't we find out? After all, a Torrain can effortlessly identify another Torrain." Raon walked in when he noticed his father walking in one direction. At the back of the giant old building, children's voices can be heard. Their loud voices started to be clear after nearing the place. "You b*tch! Why don't you f*cking give me your position?!" "And what? So that you can display your stupidity? A little whelp like you want to overthrow the mighty me?!" "Off with the tyrant!" "Punch the rebel b*stards' faces!" With over 60 children rumbling around, the Grand Duke immediately noticed one child fighting another. The girl with long black hair and emerald green eyes was certainly a Torrain. Smith Torrain can feel the bloodline of the Panthers on the child. And Raon, as his son, can also feel it. "Ho." Raon saw the little girl repeatedly punch the face of the older and bigger boy. When the older boy was beaten unconscious, the little girl raised her fist and shouted: "Victory to the Mighty Tyrant!" "Victory!" "All Hail Tyrant Vivian!" Looking at his silent father, Raon commented: "Father, I like this little sister of mine." The child is a Torrain, undoubtedly.