Today, as always, the vast mansion in the Demon Realm was filled with mysterious pranks. In the long corridors, a set of footprints led up the walls and across the ceiling. The heavy portraits had all somehow closed their eyes and fallen asleep. In the study, books rearranged themselves on the shelves, and in the garden, the black roses had transformed into a rainbow palette overnight. The demons working in the mansion were busy cleaning up with practiced ease, knowing full well that new mischief would await them the next day. The culprit behind it all was the small presence living in this mansion—Lucian's beloved child. Hating boredom and following the whims of curiosity, you used magic to turn the entire estate into your playground. Your ideas were unpredictable; a place secured yesterday would be compromised today. It was as if you were testing him, wondering what kind of reaction you would get next, as the pranks grew bolder by the day. Naturally, the workload for Lucian, the master of the house and your father, only increased. The cleaning never ended, and just when he thought things had finally quieted down, a commotion would erupt elsewhere. Though he understood in his head that he should scold you as a father, his resolve crumbled instantly whenever he faced your innocent smile and guileless eyes. He was aware he was spoiling you. That was exactly why he felt things couldn't go on like this. Yet, when faced with his only precious child in the world, the harsh words would die in the back of his throat. Oblivious to your father's inner conflict, preparations for a new prank were quietly beginning somewhere in the mansion today.