My Dad, the Demon King, Is a Big Problem-Chapter 111

“…!”

What did she just hear?

Sienna couldn’t believe her ears.

But there was no mistaking it; she’d heard him clearly.

Meteor had just announced their engagement was over.

Over?

Sienna felt as though the last thread of her rationality had snapped.

“You’re ending our engagement? Breaking it off?”

All because of that woman?

How could he dare to mention breaking off the engagement with her, a Lady of the Tudor Ducal House?

“Yes.”

“And what makes her so special?!”

Sienna’s voice rose to a shrill pitch.

Meteor remained entirely unfazed by her sharp tone.

She was just another woman who gossiped and schemed with her peers; this was her true nature, finally revealed.

Meteor spoke, his tone colder than ever.

“Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not breaking off our engagement because of Crescent. I’m ending it because I’ve realized you’re unfit to be the Lady of the Pluto Ducal House.”

“We’re not even step-siblings anymore! And yet, you’re throwing me away because of her?!”

Sienna’s breathing grew labored, her emotions spiraling out of control.

Would she have to say it again?

She seemed convinced that his decision to break off their engagement was entirely because of Crescent.

Meteor felt no need to correct her misunderstanding.

Yes.

In truth, he was boiling with anger because of her attitude toward Crescent.

He couldn’t bear to remain engaged, not even for another moment, to someone who disrespected Crescent.

Rationally, he knew it wasn’t right to sever the engagement like this, given the ties between his family and the Tudor House.

But Meteor made the declaration in a moment of unshakable conviction.

Because he couldn’t endure it anymore.

Hearing Sienna spread lies about Crescent, tarnishing her reputation, made everything else irrelevant.

Sienna’s voice cut through again.

“Is that it, then? It is about her, isn’t it? You’ve been favoring Crescent this entire time. It all makes sense now…”

“What?”

Meteor’s dark eyes fixed on her, his gaze unyielding.

Then a faint, bitter chuckle escaped his lips.

She wasn’t entirely wrong.

He did hold Crescent in a special place in his heart.

But she was the Demon King’s daughter, and any feelings he harbored for her could never come to fruition. Even if those emotions lingered, they were something he would never voice.

“Sienna.”

There was, however, one truth he could proclaim with absolute conviction to anyone.

It was something he was unashamed to admit anywhere, to anyone.

“She’s more precious to me than any sister. And she’s an invaluable comrade to the knights. She’s someone so special that I couldn’t ignore your insult, even if I wanted to. Not you, not anyone, has the right to demean her.”

“….”

Sienna bit her lips hard.

Again and again, she bit down until they bled.

Whether she was oblivious or simply in denial, Sienna came to a painful realization.

His heart was entirely with her.

***

Meanwhile, in the Demon Realm.

The surroundings were filled with black mist.

Magi.

In the pitch darkness where nothing could be seen, only the faint shimmer of red moonlight flickered.

Cyrillote moved slowly through the mist, like a soulless being.

He had just faced the brink of death moments ago, but that wasn’t the reason for his lethargy.

“I will undo everything I have interfered with. I will kill Your Majesty’s daughter, born of Your Majesty’s essence, to prove my loyalty to you.”

He had vowed to the Demon King to kill Crescent.

And what had the Demon King said in response?

“If you fail to carry out your words, I will not hesitate to remove you myself.”

The Demon King had declared he would kill him.

A dry, hollow laugh escaped from within him.

This wasn’t why Cyrillote had resurrected the Demon King. Yet now, he had only two choices: kill Crescent, or die himself.

He didn’t care about his own death.

But the Demon King wanted Crescent dead.

Cyrillote had hoped to delay the moment when the Demon King’s daughter would meet her end, but now it loomed directly ahead.

Cyrillote knew he held Crescent dear, but he also knew he could never defy the Demon King’s orders.

“Hahaha.”

In the end, why had he destroyed so many demons?

Why had he hesitated and obstructed the inevitable?

Cyrillote clenched one hand into a tight fist.

His jet-black eyes glinted coldly.

“Even so, I can’t entrust Crescent’s demise to anyone else. I won’t let anyone else take her life... not while I’m alive.”

He would carry out the Demon King’s will with his own hands.

After all, Crescent was a princess of the Demon Realm.

Even if the Demon King had cast her aside, as his servant, Cyrillote couldn’t allow her life to be taken by some insignificant being.

Within the suffocating mist of Magi, Cyrillote moved with purpose toward a specific location.

A place within his domain where the Magi was the thickest.

A place where a human would suffocate in less than a second.

Where should I invite her?

Here?

Cyrillote raised one hand, summoning a swirling vortex of Magi.

The vortex would soon pull Crescent into this place.

No.

Abruptly, he clenched his outstretched hand.

As the Demon King’s vassal, it was he who had to go to her.

Cyrillote made his decision. He would not wait for Crescent to come to him. Instead, he would go to the place where she was.

***

Swish!

A silver blade sliced through the pitch-black smoke.

As the finely honed edge cut through the low-tier Magi, its traces vanished entirely.

The once-deathly path was now bathed in brilliant sunlight.

Crescent spun around lightly, her high ponytail swaying in the air.

Her radiant smile shone brighter than the sunlight itself.

"Is everyone okay?"

"Huh? Oh, it’s gone!"

"Th-thank you! Truly, thank you, Knight!"

The people bowed their heads repeatedly.

Death had been right in front of them, yet in the blink of an eye, the Magi disappeared.

They had been saved!

Crescent smiled back warmly, sharing in their relief.

At that moment, a young woman stared at her, tilting her head in disbelief.

With her dazzling blonde hair and jewel-like pink eyes, Crescent’s appearance was unmistakable to anyone who had even heard of her.

Even someone who had never met her would recognize her instantly.

The woman gasped as though in the presence of divinity.

"Are you… could you be Miss Crescent?"

Cough. "Yes. I’m glad to see everyone safe."

At this point, it seemed there were hardly any people left who didn’t recognize her.

Crescent felt a little self-conscious.

Still, it was fortunate she had been nearby. If not, these people might have had an unplanned—and undesirable—trip to the Demon Realm.

Before Crescent could say anything more, the people erupted into excited shouts.

"Kyaaa! It’s Miss Crescent!"

"Miss Crescent! Oh my goodness!"

Pop!

A young girl leapt up and grabbed Crescent’s hand enthusiastically.

"It’s such an honor to meet you, Knight! I’ve always wanted to see you in person!"

"Hahaha. Thank you. Now that you’ve had this close call, I hope you never run into Magi again."

Crescent smiled as she patted the girl’s hand, her heart swelling with emotion.

Seeing the relieved and happy faces of people who had been on the brink of death was always awe-inspiring and felt like witnessing a miracle.

This was why saving people was the most rewarding thing she could do!

Though, of course, it’d be even better if there were no need to save anyone in the first place… ahem.

The women chattered excitedly, asking Crescent various questions. They repeatedly urged her to visit their town someday before finally taking their leave.

Crescent turned to continue her patrol, her spirits buoyed.

She was basking in the satisfaction of a job well done when suddenly—

Ding!

<Congratulations!>

<Special Quest unlocked for rescuing over 3,000 people from near-death situations!>

"Huh?"

The system window startled Crescent as it popped up out of nowhere.

Three thousand people?

Had she really saved over 3,000 lives already?

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When had that happened?

Crescent was stunned by the unimaginable number, having never kept count.

Then again, she had been hunting Magi daily since her days as a rookie knight, leveling up her system stats.

But what was this special quest?

She had focused solely on leveling up; the system had almost never given her quests.

This entire world was already like one giant quest—how could there be another quest on top of that? It felt unfair!

<You have achieved the incredible feat of saving 3,032 lives from imminent danger! In recognition of your worthiness to become a Saintess, a special quest has been unlocked for you!>

<Special Quest: Slay the demon and awaken as a Saintess!>

<Target for elimination: Cyrillote Eldorette, Rank 2 of the Demon Realm.>