My Dad, the Demon King, Is a Big Problem-Chapter 107

It took a long time for Baal to calm down.

Lloyd, too, experienced the same pain.

But he was too busy laughing at Baal's self-inflicted misfortune to even notice the ache.

After all, Baal had gotten himself into this mess, and a fractured skull was no big deal.

The Demon King’s body could recover from such an injury in no time.

Finally regaining some composure, Baal sat up on the rock.

The past four years had left him drained, unable to grow his power any further. The only silver lining was that Lloyd hadn’t grown strong enough to overpower Baal either.

Lloyd, on the other hand, had a different reason for his stagnation.

He was weakened by the longing for his daughter, a longing that gnawed away at him.

As Baal and Lloyd continued their struggle for dominance within the same body, time marched on.

For Baal, these years were an endless torment. For Lloyd, they were an unrelenting battle.

It was then that a rift tore open in the void, and a figure stepped through.

Baal didn’t need to confirm who it was. He could tell from the holy aura radiating off the newcomer, a glaring contradiction to his demonic nature.

“Prima.”

Baal’s voice was thick with weariness.

Prima stood still, silently taking in the Demon King’s appearance before clicking his tongue in disapproval.

“Your Majesty, why don’t the two of you settle this with a simple game of rock-paper-scissors?”

“I’d actually welcome that,” Baal replied with a scoff. “Not ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) that it matters, since I’d win anyway.”

Prima raised an eyebrow. “What gives you that ridiculous confidence? You haven’t even managed to suppress me, yet you think you’d win at rock-paper-scissors?”

“That’s right, Lloyd! Weak as you are, it’d be disappointing if you weren’t at least part of my strength!”

“...”

Baal’s indignant roar reverberated through the void as he argued with himself.

Prima stood by, watching the Demon King’s one-man show of dissociative banter.

It was the sort of spectacle money couldn’t buy.

But it was also a heartbreaking reality.

After all, Crescent’s father was fighting desperately to survive.

At least in this world, Lloyd had a chance to reunite with his daughter.

In Prima’s original world, Crescent didn’t exist.

There, Lloyd coexisted with Baal in one body, only to meet his end without ever seeing his daughter again.

Prima could still vividly recall Lloyd’s last words.

After all, it was Prima himself who had delivered the Demon King’s final blow.

"My daughter... I couldn’t protect my Crescent. I’m sorry, my angel...”

In both the original and this world, Lloyd’s only focus was Crescent.

He was the only one who remembered her, missed her, and searched for her.

Prima hadn’t known that, in this world, Crescent’s father existed within the Demon King’s body, yearning for her with every breath.

Unaware of that truth in his original world, Prima had slain Lloyd—Baal—with his own hands.

As he closed the Demon King’s eyes, he made Lloyd a promise.

"I will protect Crescent. Rest in peace."

But here, Lloyd was vigorously opposing Baal, alive and defiant.

It was remarkable. Awe-inspiring.

It felt like a breath of fresh air.

In the original world, Lloyd had vanished without accomplishing anything.

Yet here, he was fighting fervently and had even shared a fleeting reunion with his daughter.

Prima could imagine the overwhelming joy Lloyd must have felt in that moment.

Though Prima understood what it was like to see Crescent again, he couldn’t fully grasp Lloyd’s emotions.

After all, Prima had no children of his own.

“What brings you here, Prima?” Baal suddenly asked, his tone gruff.

His expression twisted into rage.

“Get out of my sight, you filthy traitor! How does a knight of the sacred order end up as a dog for the Demon King? If I could, I’d kill you right now!”

“...”

Lloyd growled at Prima, who was watching him with a touch of fondness.

Prima bowed his head slightly, a faint smile on his lips as he replied, “Every time I see Your Majesty, I’m reminded that I’ll never grow bored of your reception.”

“Don’t listen to a word this bastard says, Prima!” Lloyd snarled.

“When I see my sweet, adorable daughter again, the first thing I’ll tell her is to eradicate you! Starting with this fallen knight!”

“Well, Prima,” Baal chimed in, rubbing his temples with irritation, “that brat should’ve been killed long ago.”

Had that happened, he wouldn’t have to endure Lloyd’s constant disruptions.

Baal sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Whether it was the lingering effects of his fractured skull or the sheer annoyance, his head throbbed incessantly.

Four years ago, when Prima had first appeared before Baal, the Demon King had believed he’d finally be rid of Crescent.

But reality had proven otherwise.

Prima raised his hand, conjuring a dimensional portal that expanded until it displayed a mirror-like screen.

“This is a recent scene I uncovered. As expected, Cyrillote has gotten involved.”

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Baal lifted his weary eyes to the portal.

Through it, Cyrillote’s blue hair fluttered as he walked across a desolate, pitch-black expanse under a crimson crescent moon that bled like liquid fire.

The ground beneath him was jagged and dark, devoid of trees or soil.

Ahead of him walked a female demon with bright orange curls cascading down her back.

Her figure was adorned with large gemstones, her crimson dress heavily embellished with black ribbons and frills.

Baal recognized her immediately.

Countess Marletta Perea, ranked 32nd in the Demon Realm hierarchy.

She was notorious for her beauty and unmatched cruelty, once decorating her walls with the claws of rival demons like inlaid mother-of-pearl.

Baal had tasked Marletta with killing Crescent Delight, believing her particularly adept at creative and merciless executions.

It was also a bait for Cyrillote.

That was two months ago. Since then, no word had come from Marletta, and Crescent was still alive.

Now, Prima was showing what had become of Marletta.

On the screen, Cyrillote approached her and called out, “Countess Perea. Where are you headed?”

Marletta startled, her body trembling.

Whirling around, her wide orange eyes locked onto Cyrillote. She recognized him immediately.

“Sir Cyrillote? What brings you to my domain?”

“Strange to see you outside your castle.”

Marletta’s face lit up with delight.

“At last, I have a task that will bring joy to His Majesty! He has entrusted me with an important mission.”

“And what is this task, if I may ask?”

“Well... I’m not sure if I should share what His Majesty instructed me to do in confidence...”

“There’s no reason not to. After all, I already know.”

Marletta’s eyes sparkled, her expression turning triumphant.

“Do you, now? To think I share a secret with Sir Cyrillote and His Majesty! This is an honor beyond words.”

She lifted her chin, pride radiating from her every movement.

“I was just on my way to complete the task. My domain has the perfect lava fields for drawing in humans.”

“Humans. So you plan to throw them into lava?”

“Throwing them in would be boring. His Majesty has high expectations of me, so I mustn’t disappoint. I plan to amuse myself with a hundred creative games before slowly killing them. Heh heh.”

Her eyes glimmered with deranged excitement, as if the mere thought thrilled her.

Cyrillote muttered under his breath, “I see,” before adding, “Mind if I take a look at this lava?”

“Oh? Of course, Sir Cyrillote. Follow me.”

Nodding, Cyrillote walked behind her as she resumed her path.

They soon arrived at a bubbling field of viscous, red-hot liquid.

Marletta turned to Cyrillote, gesturing grandly toward the molten expanse.

“This is it. My most cherished spot in my domain. Isn’t it magnificent? The way it devours everything in its path is truly beautiful, don’t you think?”

Cyrillote let out a low laugh.

“This place means so much to you. Why don’t you take a dip yourself?”

“Pardon?”

It was clearly a joke, but Marletta couldn’t help but feel a chill.

And in the next moment—

BANG!

With a swift kick, Cyrillote sent her flying toward the lava.

Her bright orange eyes widened in shock, reflecting the molten pool she was now hurtling toward. They seemed to become one with the lava itself.