My Dad, the Demon King, Is a Big Problem-Chapter 122

What is this item?

I immediately checked the identity of the special item.

<Special Item (1): You may choose one of the Saints' abilities and use it (only 30% of their full power applies).>

Huh?

I can use 30% of one of my Saints' abilities?

I hadn't expected an item like this at all.

A Saint isn’t called a Saint for nothing.

The power that Sylvester, Gabriella, and Astina wield is legendary—just 30% of their abilities would be overwhelming.

The sudden acquisition of such a groundbreaking item took me by surprise.

Just as I was internally marveling at it, I nearly stumbled forward.

Had he vanished again?

A quick scan of my surroundings confirmed it—Cyrillote had reappeared elsewhere.

I let out a deep sigh.

"Are you just going to keep running away?"

At my words, Cyrillote flashed an unreadable smile.

"You're the one fighting half-heartedly. What are you thinking so deeply about?"

"I'm only thinking about killing you."

What else would I need to think about?

But more importantly, which of the three Saints should I choose?

As soon as the dilemma crossed my mind, the system window chimed as if it had been waiting.

Ding!

<‘Dragon Slayer Sylvester’ insists that you must choose him. He emphasizes that he was the absolute strongest Dragon Slayer of his time and held the supreme authority of the Pope.>

Ah.

Right.

Even in the original game, Sylvester had the reputation of being the strongest character. On top of that, he was a Swordmaster.

Just then—

Ding!

<‘Yuri-loving Druid Gabriella’ strongly refutes this! She argues that as an Archangel, her power far surpasses that of a mere human like Sylvester!>

Hmm...?

Does she have a point?

Since I'm up against demons, wouldn't the power of an Archangel like Gabriella be a better fit than a human like Sylvester?

I was about to choose Gabriella's power.

Then—

Ding!

<‘From Maid to Saintess—Astina’ strongly objects! She insists that neither of them are viable options! She argues that she has the most experience fighting demons and demands that you choose her.>

Why are they all so desperate to be chosen?

No matter who I picked, I'd gain far more power than I had now.

I hesitated for a brief moment.

Sylvester—the perfect balance of authority and brute strength.

Gabriella—the Archangel and Yuri-loving Druid.

Astina—a former maid who ascended to the status of a revered Saintess.

Anyone would be a good choice, but one of them stood out to me.

The quest I was currently on had a reward that allowed me to awaken as a Saintess. That meant Astina's abilities would be the most fitting.

I quickly made my decision.

‘I choose Astina!’

Ding!

<‘From Maid to Saintess—Astina’ lets out a triumphant cheer! She grants you 30% of her abilities!>

At that moment, a pure, radiant energy surged around me, enveloping my entire body.

I could feel it—the presence of an unfamiliar yet unmistakable holy power merging with my own.

It was Astina’s divine power.

The sheer clarity of it stunned me, as if time itself had momentarily stopped.

Could divine power really be this pure? This uncontaminated?

"Something’s changed, Crescent."

Cyrillote had appeared again—this time, standing much closer than before.

As I turned to face him, I noticed something behind him.

A group of knights, dressed in holy armor, was watching us from a distance.

Ah… So they’ve noticed.

Of course, with all this commotion, it would have been stranger if they hadn’t figured it out by now.

If things got out of hand, the knights might step in to help me.

But that wasn’t something I wanted.

Cyrillote was the enemy of all humankind, but he was especially entangled with me. I wanted to be the one to take revenge.

"There are too many eyes on us, Cyrill. Let’s not drag this out. You need to wrap this up quickly so your precious Demon King can reward you, don’t you?"

"I don’t really care."

"Care about what?"

"Whether this fight takes a long time or not. After all… it’ll be our last."

Was he mocking me right now?

I was speechless.

"Oh? So you're being generous and letting me live a little longer before you kill me? How considerate. Too bad I’d rather get this over with and never see your face again."

"You must really want me dead."

"Is that even a question?"

Right now, he was the number one target for elimination.

If I didn’t take him down now, he’d become the biggest obstacle when we went after the Demon King.

"Then do your best, Crescent."

Cyrillote murmured in a low voice, his dark eyes gleaming with an intensity I hadn’t seen before.

Something felt different.

And then—in an instant—he reappeared right in front of me.

He moved so fast that I barely had time to react.

I braced myself.

And then—

BOOM!

A massive explosion of dark Magi erupted right in front of my eyes.

The speed and scale of the attack were completely unnatural.

I barely had a fraction of a second to react.

It was faster to defend than to dodge, so I focused all my power on shielding myself.

But—

CRASH!

The sheer force of the Magi hit me like a battering ram, sending me tumbling across the ground.

‘…Ah.’

I almost blacked out.

That was the strongest attack he had ever used against me.

For the first time, I felt like I had been hit by a real attack.

As the residual Magi faded, I forced myself to stand.

If Astina’s power hadn’t been supporting me, I might have lost consciousness for a few seconds.

I glared at Cyrillote and scoffed.

"I didn’t know you were that fast. Did you freeze time and then unleash your attack?"

It was almost as if he had stopped time, cast the spell, and then let time resume all at once.

Otherwise, how could anyone move that fast?

I could hardly believe it.

"You should start fighting seriously, Crescent."

There was a hint of amusement in his voice.

So… I wasn’t wrong.

Was he really manipulating time against a human opponent?

If he had wanted, he could have snapped my neck in an instant without me even realizing it.

Maybe that’s why the Saints had given me a special item.

"I've always been serious. What are you talking about?"

This time, I drew Astina’s divine power into my own.

I had never wielded such an overwhelming force before.

Astina’s holy power was so terrifyingly pure that it felt as though even the smallest trace of corruption within me was being forced into submission.

My hands trembled.

‘Wait… This is way stronger than I expected.’

I was shocked.

Had anyone in this world ever witnessed divine power at this level?

This was only 30% of Astina’s strength.

I couldn't even begin to imagine what her full power was like.

If I survived this fight, the Holy Palace would definitely make me take another divine power assessment.

***

A heavy silence fell over the battlefield.

The fight between one of the highest-ranking demons in the Demon Realm and the rising star of the Holy Palace was a spectacle.

Was this a dream?

But standing at a distance, merely watching was torture in itself.

Every time the demon's Magi flared towards Crescent, Meteor felt like his heart was being crushed.

It wasn’t about doubt.

He believed in Crescent’s strength.

But still—

‘Why should it matter who wins?’

Meteor clenched his jaw, forcing himself to stay calm.

Whether Crescent or Cyrillote died, it would be a victory for humanity.

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And yet—

All of a sudden—

A massive wave of Magi erupted, like an explosion ripping through time itself.

It swallowed Crescent whole.

This was, without a doubt, the strongest attack Cyrillote had ever unleashed.

Meteor’s feet shifted forward.

But before he could move—

A firm arm blocked his path.

"Not yet."

It was Duke Reuben Pluto.

Meteor fell silent.

Crescent’s body was sent rolling across the battlefield, tumbling through the dirt.

Around them, the knights let out sharp gasps.

Reuben’s voice remained calm.

"That child needs to surpass her limits. The third-ranked demon is the perfect opponent for her."

Meteor clenched his fists.

"…."

But what if she dies?

No.

If she died, that would be for the best.

That’s what he should believe.

And yet—

For the first time, his thoughts and his emotions were in complete conflict.

It felt like his mind was being torn apart—

And his heart was plummeting into an abyss.