My Dad, the Demon King, Is a Big Problem-Chapter 115

What’s this…?

Just then, Cyrillote turned his head.

Amid the frozen time, he moved freely, his footsteps echoing softly as he walked.

He entered the house and approached my parents, stopping right next to them.

His gaze locked onto the baby swaddled in the bundle, staring at her as if she held the secrets of the universe.

“….”

What’s so fascinating about her?

I wanted to glare at him so hard he’d have to lower his gaze.

For a long moment, he simply stood there, staring intently at me—or rather, the baby me.

“...A baby…”

He murmured softly, his voice barely audible. Even his breaths seemed careful, as if afraid of disturbing the moment.

Guess even a demon finds babies fascinating when they see one for the first time.

Suddenly, he reached out a hand toward the baby’s cheek, stopping just short of touching her.

My eyes narrowed.

Keep your filthy hands away from her!

His fingers hovered millimeters away from the baby’s face.

Try it. Just try touching her, I dare you!

“The Demon King’s baby…” he murmured again.

But Cyrillote’s hand never touched the baby. Instead, he made a small gesture, and suddenly the baby alone began to move, freed from the frozen time.

As if released from a spell, the tiny figure squirmed.

Cyrillote’s eyes widened further at the baby’s movements, his astonishment evident.

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Then, the baby scrunched her face and slowly opened her eyes for the first time.

Her gaze revealed unmistakable pink irises—the same as mine.

It seemed I had inherited my eye color from my mother.

“….”

For a moment, it was as if Cyrillote himself had frozen.

He stared at the baby, completely enraptured, as though he had forgotten how to breathe.

I let out a long sigh.

“Hey, enough already. Who said you could stare at me like that?”

Just because she can’t talk doesn’t mean you can ignore her boundaries, jerk.

Hey, baby! Don’t look at that guy! He’s bad news!

I wanted to shout it out, but the baby’s sweet, candy-colored eyes were fixed on the demon in front of her, filled with curiosity.

It was, of course, a scene I had no memory of.

Then again, judging by appearances alone, Cyrillote didn’t look like a demon. He had a face that wouldn’t make any baby cry.

No wonder any child would be drawn to him.

For a while, the baby and Cyrillote simply stared at each other in silence.

Then Cyrillote muttered again.

“...Cute.”

You’ve got to be kidding me.

A faint smile crept onto his face, his expression softening with something almost like happiness. His lips curved upward gently, as if he couldn’t hold back the joy bubbling within him.

Sunlight streamed through the window, breaking apart over his smiling face.

At that moment, the baby smiled too.

Her eyes curved into crescents, her pink irises gleaming brilliantly, and a pure, innocent smile spread across her tiny face.

Even I, the adult version of that baby, felt my heart stir at the sight.

Before I realized it, I was smiling too. No one could resist smiling back at a face like that.

Then, snapping back to my senses, I straightened my expression.

Wait, hey. Why are you smiling at that demon?

Cyrillote’s face lit up with a broad grin, perhaps the biggest smile I’d ever seen him wear.

The baby’s smile had managed to make even a demon laugh.

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Ugh, this feels so wrong….

I was once again swept into another time period by an irresistible force.

As I adjusted to my new surroundings, I couldn’t shake the lingering discomfort from the scene I’d just witnessed.

The baby version of me had smiled at Cyrillote.

Sure, I was a baby and couldn’t have known better, but of all people, why did I have to smile at him?

I couldn’t help but feel a sense of frustration.

Baby me, what were you thinking?

With a sigh, I surveyed my new surroundings.

This time, I found myself by a tranquil lake. The still surface reflected the bright moonlight so vividly that it almost felt brighter than daytime.

Looking around, I spotted him—Cyrillote, sitting on a rock. He was half-hidden in the shadows, gazing intently at something.

Of course, this stalker demon would be spying again.

Clicking my tongue, I followed his line of sight.

As expected, there they were—my mother and father, sitting together on the grassy lakeshore.

Laughter erupted almost immediately.

“Ha ha ha!”

“Hee hee hee.”

Their laughter sparkled like starlight, making the actual stars in the night sky feel unnecessary.

“Crescent, our adorable little angel princess. You look just like your mother,” my father said, holding me gently, his love so overwhelming he didn’t seem to know what to do with himself.

Beside him, my mother watched with a warm smile.

“I didn’t realize how fulfilling it would be to see my beloved husband and our child together. She’s so adorable, so precious. Lloyd, you have no idea how much happier it makes me to see you love her as much as I do.”

As she spoke, my mother seemed even more beautiful, radiant with love.

I stared at her, feeling a dull ache in my chest.

She looked even more stunning under the moonlight.

Seeing my mother for the first time, even if only in the past, was an indescribable experience.

Though this was technically the second time I was seeing her, this time, the reality of it hit harder, tinged with a bittersweet sadness.

This wasn’t the present; it was a scene from the past.

Where was she now?

Why had she and my father parted ways?

Was she even still alive?

“…You too? I feel the same way, Diana,” my father said, his gaze brimming with tenderness.

They looked so happy together, as if the entire world existed solely for them.

My father’s voice continued.

“Just seeing you and our baby sleeping together makes my heart feel like it’s going to burst. I thought having you was enough, but I didn’t realize how much happier I could be with a child.”

“See? I told you. I knew this little one would make us even happier. We loved each other so much we became three. Of course we’re happier now.”

“You’re right, as always,” my father replied, his face lighting up with a radiant smile.

I felt conflicted.

I’d suspected as much, but seeing how deeply my parents loved each other was something else entirely.

I was born as the culmination of such immense love.

Suddenly, my father’s expression darkened.

“But I’m sorry, Diana.”

“Hm?”

“Because of me, you had to give up your title as a count’s daughter and flee your home. I might have ruined your life.”

“What are you talking about, Lloyd? I was overjoyed to leave that house, especially with our baby. My parents never understood love or happiness, so it was better to leave them behind. What’s the point of being a count’s daughter anyway? Our family was barely scraping by in the countryside. Having our child is a blessing.”

My mother smiled and playfully winked.

I blinked in surprise.

So my mother was a daughter of a rural noble family?

I hadn’t even considered her background before.

The name Diana was new to me too. Why hadn’t my father ever told me her name?

It sounded like my mother had gotten pregnant with me and run away from her family to be with my father.

How did they even meet in the first place?

Other than her following an oracle, I still didn’t know much.

As I pondered this, my eyes widened.

My mother and father had grown quiet, leaning toward each other.

The atmosphere shifted as their faces drew closer.

Caught in the middle of it all, the baby version of me simply blinked, oblivious.

Their faces were about to touch.

“Ah, hold on.”

I stumbled back a step.

I’m not ready to witness this level of affection between my parents!

Should I look or not?

For a moment, I was caught in a whirlwind of confusion.

Glancing at Cyrillote, I noticed he had turned his back to my parents, deliberately facing away.

What an oddly respectful demon.

So you’ve decided to honor the Demon King’s private life, huh?

It was amusing, considering how often he’d spied on them in the past.

With a soft cough, I turned my gaze away as well.

For some reason, a warm feeling bubbled up in my chest, and the corners of my lips twitched into a small smile.

Knowing my parents had loved each other so deeply filled me with a strange sense of pride as their child.

It was a feeling I was experiencing for the first time.

Even if this was just a scene from the past….