My Dad, the Demon King, Is a Big Problem-Chapter 112

Crescent stood frozen, unable to blink.

The words displayed on the system screen were shocking, to say the least.

A Saintess?

Was she seriously being told to awaken as a Saintess now?

The idea of becoming a Saintess felt abrupt enough, but to be tasked with killing a demon—and that demon being Cyrillote?

Crescent’s gaze turned cold.

Cyrillote was the demon she had wanted to kill first and foremost. Ever since learning his true nature, she had dreamed daily of erasing him.

But to think the system would assign her a quest to do just that? It was beyond anything she had expected.

Her expression darkened as she took a step forward.

This was bound to happen eventually, wasn’t it?

The system chimed again.

<Time limit: 48 hours!>

<Failure will result in your death! Even if you don’t attack the target within 48 hours, you will die!>

Hmm.

The system was practically forcing her to fight Cyrillote now, wasn’t it?

Crescent glared into the empty air, imagining the saints watching her from their mysterious realm.

There was definitely something going on.

“Am I right? Is Cyrillote coming to kill me?”

Was that why this sudden quest had appeared?

<‘Dragon Slayer Sylvester’ clears his throat.>

<‘From Maid to Saintess—Astina’ avoids the question.>

Ah, I knew it.

The Demon King had already sent Prima after her, but Prima was too complex a character to kill her outright.

And now this?

It was starting to feel like the Demon King had sent Cyrillote this time.

“But 48 hours?”

That wasn’t much time to locate and kill the second-highest-ranked demon in the Demon Realm.

She didn’t even know where Cyrillote was right now. Should she start by visiting his arms dealer nearby?

“Are you here to see me by any chance?”

The low voice behind her made Crescent stop in her tracks.

When she turned, she saw Cyrillote standing there, his blue hair gleaming as he smiled vibrantly.

Ah.

So something was going on.

Of course, he’d appear now—no wonder the quest had triggered.

Was he really here to kill her?

“It’s just a coincidence,” she snapped, brushing past him as she strode forward.

The last thing she wanted was to answer him honestly.

Still smiling, Cyrillote followed after her. His long strides were quick enough to outpace her, so he deliberately slowed his pace.

“Quite the coincidence, huh? I was actually on my way to see you.”

“It’s not a coincidence. It’s a nuisance. Why do you keep coming to see me anyway?”

He’s here to kill me, obviously.

But she couldn’t let him know that she knew.

“‘Nuisance’? Seeing you is the greatest joy of my life.”

“Ugh.”

Crescent made a gagging motion.

Cyrillote couldn’t help but laugh.

Her icy glare cut through his amusement.

“Hey, stop laughing. Do I look like I’m joking right now?”

“….”

Feeling awkward, Cyrillote pressed his lips together.

From Crescent’s perspective, he was the demon who had taken her father and turned the human realm into hell. He was the one who had ruined her life.

Hearing him claim it was a joy to see her would only make her want to throw up.

“I’m sorry, Crescent.”

“?”

His sudden words made Crescent pause and turn to look at him.

Her gaze was questioning, as if asking what kind of nonsense this was.

Hearing an apology from him felt wrong. There was no way a simple “sorry” could atone for everything he’d done.

“Resurrecting His Majesty the Demon King… I couldn’t help it. I’m a demon, and I had no choice.”

“Then die. Die and be reborn as a human. Maybe then you’ll understand how humans feel.”

If he was sorry, he could repay it with his life.

Crescent raised an eyebrow, her expression daring him to disagree.

To her surprise, Cyrillote answered calmly.

“If I could, I would.”

“Wow.”

Crescent let out an incredulous laugh.

What’s wrong with this guy? Did he eat something bad?

"But, since I’m a demon, this is as good as it gets," Cyrillote muttered.

His love for the Demon King made it impossible for him to become human.

And now, his current predicament felt unbearably cruel.

He loved the Demon King as much as he loved the Demon King’s daughter—but the Demon King wanted her dead.

Crescent shook her head and kept walking. Cyrillote followed her silently, keeping his distance.

Though he wanted to walk alongside her, he knew that wasn’t an option right now.

After a brief silence, Cyrillote spoke.

“To be honest, Crescent, even when we couldn’t see each other for a long time, I was watching you. I couldn’t help but be curious about you.”

“That’s straight-up stalker behavior.”

Disgusting.

But then again, what could you expect from a demon?

This was the same guy who had brought the Demon King back to life.

There wasn’t a more vile or fearsome being in both the human and demon realms than Cyrillote.

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Crescent’s gaze bore into him with open disdain, but Cyrillote merely offered a hollow smile.

“I know you won’t appreciate this, but I think I was happiest during that time.”

“You’re insane.”

Crescent shook her head in disbelief.

Fragments of that time briefly flitted through Cyrillote’s mind.

Even after Crescent left the orphanage, he had often checked in on her.

From afar, where her eyes couldn’t see him, he watched.

The day she attended her first noble social gathering, the day she was bullied by her fellow trainee knights and made to run laps around the training ground, the day she was ostracized during an outdoor exercise but exacted revenge in one decisive blow, the countless days she scoured the area outside the temple, tirelessly hunting Magi—he had seen it all.

Even her debutante ball, four years ago, was seared into his memory.

Sometimes, he would return after only a few days and find that Crescent had grown noticeably taller.

Do humans grow this quickly?

Cyrillote vividly remembered every moment of her transformation—from child to girl, and from girl to young woman.

Watching a human grow was a breathtaking experience, one he never expected to find so fascinating.

And it made him love the Demon King, who had created her, even more.

“That wasn’t all. I remember when you were born.”

“What?”

Crescent came to an abrupt halt.

His words caught her attention, striking a nerve.

“You’re saying you were there when I was born?”

“Yes.”

Crescent’s eyes widened.

What’s with this guy?

Did this mean he had been spying on her father when she was born?

Even before she was conceived?

“How long have you been stalking my dad? Then you must know who my mother is, too!”

Her heart began to race.

Her father had never spoken a single word about her mother.

Aside from her father, there wasn’t a single person in her life who might know anything about her mother.

And yet, Cyrillote—this bastard—might actually know?

No way…

“Of course I know. Once I found out Lloyd was the Demon King, I started watching him for a while. It was fascinating. He was the only one who had properly become human. The Demon King, who despised humans more than anyone else, had become one and fallen in love with one…”

“….”

Her heart pounded.

This bastard might actually be useful for once.

Crescent glanced around.

Then she grabbed Cyrillote by the collar and dragged him into a nearby alley.

With a resounding thud, she slammed him against the wall.

“Bang!”

“Alright, then. Who is my mother? Is she still alive?”

“What if my skull cracks? How will you find out then?”

“Cut the crap and answer me. Who is my mother?”

Her chest felt like it was about to burst.

The person standing right in front of her knew something about her mother.

Would he tell her?

Why wouldn’t he?

Her heart raced wildly with a mix of anticipation and frustration.