My Dad, the Demon King, Is a Big Problem-Chapter 113

Crescent was utterly focused, waiting for his answer, when—

“I’m hungry.”

“….”

“If you buy me something delicious, I’ll tell you.”

Grit.

Crescent clenched her teeth.

A faint smile spread across Cyrillote’s lips.

That utterly carefree expression made Crescent’s fists burn with fury.

Does he think I’m joking right now?

“You damn demon!”

Thwack!

She threw a punch with all her strength, hitting Cyrillote square in the face.

With a short grunt, Cyrillote was sent flying across the alley, crashing into the wall beyond.

And then—

Ding!

<Congratulations!>

<Special Quest—Successful Preemptive Strike!>

<As a reward for landing the first hit, you’ve been granted “Special Item (1)”!>

What the hell is this now?

Crescent’s anger flared as she glared at the sudden notification on the system screen.

She couldn’t care less about items or rewards at the moment.

She was beyond livid.

This is absolutely infuriating!

***

Sigh.

This is absurd.

What kind of situation am I even in right now?

Inside a shabby restaurant in a bustling city, I sat across from Cyrillote, waiting for the food we’d ordered to arrive.

I had pulled my cloak down low over my face just in case, but the restaurant owner had already been sneaking glances at me earlier.

The owner’s eyes also lingered on Cyrillote, who sat opposite me, as if trying to bore a hole into his face.

Did they figure out I’m the famous Holy Knight Crescent?

I already felt a headache forming at the thought of rumors spreading that I’d been spotted eating alone with some blue-haired man.

Gritting my teeth, I leaned forward and hissed in a low voice, “If it were up to me, I’d rather starve you to death than watch food go into your mouth. Honestly, if I could, I wouldn’t even let you have a sip of water for an entire year.”

“Then I’d probably die within a month. To truly starve someone, you need to feed them just enough to keep them alive while withholding the rest.”

“Ugh, just try eating and not telling me what I need to know.”

I glared at him as fiercely as I could, muttering through clenched teeth.

To my frustration, Cyrillote had insisted that he would only tell me about my mother if we shared a meal together.

It was ridiculous to trust a demon’s word, but I had no choice.

First, I had to extract what information I could about my mother. Then, within the 48-hour time limit, I would kill him.

Soon, the food arrived at the table: a stew with meat and potatoes, along with some fried vegetables.

All of it had been ordered by him.

I didn’t even glance at it; my appetite was buried deep in the ground.

“Come on, let’s eat together.”

“My stomach isn’t strong enough for that, thank you very much.”

As if I’d sit here and eat with the demon fanatic who took my father away.

Turning my head away, I stayed completely still.

Cyrillote sighed regretfully and picked up a fork.

“So, I guess you don’t really care to know about your mother after all.”

“….”

His words made me slowly turn my gaze back toward him.

The anger I’d been suppressing began to bubble to the surface.

Should I just kill him now?

I might die in the process, but at least I’d die satisfied.

“If you keep this up, I’ll just leave. Now that I think about it, I don’t really need to know who my mother is. I’ve lived 18 years without knowing, so what difference would it make now?”

“…Sorry. I’ll just eat,” Cyrillote said, clearing his throat awkwardly before taking a spoonful of stew.

Unable to stand the sight of him eating, I turned my head away again and let out a deep sigh.

Who was my mother, really?

It wasn’t a question I’d spent much time thinking about before.

I’d always been happy with just my father and me. We didn’t lack for anything.

But now that I finally had the chance to learn about my birth mother, I didn’t want to miss it.

If there was a way to know, I wanted to know.

“Crescent.”

Cyrillote’s voice suddenly called my name.

I glanced toward him absentmindedly, wondering what he wanted now.

But my surroundings had completely changed.

Instead of the interior of the restaurant, I was now looking at the bustling exterior of the city.

“?”

What the…?

A carriage rolled down the road.

On the opposite sidewalk, a few people strolled by, some carrying parasols or walking sticks.

Wasn’t I just inside the restaurant?

How did I end up outside all of a sudden?

Even more shocking, the street was the one Cyrillote and I had walked down earlier.

Panicking, I turned to look beside me—and nearly jumped out of my skin.

There, just a few steps away, was another version of me walking alongside Cyrillote.

Their conversation drifted toward me.

“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.”

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

“You’re insane.”

“?”

Wait… isn’t that the conversation I just had with him earlier?

The words were exactly the same.

What is going on?

“We’ve traveled back in time,” Cyrillote’s voice came from behind me.

Turning, I saw him smiling faintly.

“Hey. What’s going on? Is this your doing?”

“Yes.”

“You bastard…”

Then it hit me—Cyrillote was the Duke of Time.

Manipulating time was his specialty.

So… had he brought me to the recent past?

“Don’t worry. The version of you over there won’t notice us. Neither will your mother, if she’s here. You won’t get caught.”

“!”

My eyes widened at his words.

Was this how I was going to meet my mother?

Was that it?

I wasn’t ready for this.

Hearing about my mother and traveling to her time were two completely different things.

“Have a nice trip, Princess.”

“Hey—”

Before I could protest, Cyrillote gave me a faint smile.

And with that, the world around me changed again.

***

Wait, hold on.

All around me was a dense, vibrant forest.

It was a bright, sunny afternoon.

Where is this?

This was an unfamiliar place, somewhere I’d never been before.

My heart started to race unexpectedly.

What time period has that bastard sent me to? What kind of scene am I about to witness?

My parents’ first meeting?

Or maybe it’s after I was already born…?

As these thoughts swirled in my mind, I looked around.

Cyrillote was nowhere to be seen. It seemed I had crossed through time alone.

After a moment of hesitation, I started walking along a narrow path.

There was no one around, no sign of life anywhere.

Could I really meet my mother soon? And maybe even see my father again after so long?

It had been ten years since I last saw my father in his human form.

I continued walking for a while, lost in thought.

Then I stopped, stunned by what I saw.

Up ahead, sitting on a tree branch with one knee propped up, was Cyrillote.

“Hey! Cyrillote!”

What’s he doing up there alone?

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He sent me here, and now he’s just striking a pose on a tree?

But Cyrillote didn’t seem to hear me. His gaze was fixed on a specific spot in the distance, unbroken and intense.

Curious, I followed his line of sight.

To my surprise, there was a house.

It was old but not small, with smoke rising from the chimney.

Who lives there?

Could it be…?

Thud!

At that moment, Cyrillote jumped gracefully down from the tree.

His expression was grim, as though he was witnessing something critical.

I quickly and cautiously approached him.

“Hey!”

“….”

“Hey!”

“….”

What the hell?

Cyrillote acted as if I was invisible, completely ignoring me even though I was right in front of him.

He can’t hear me? Oh…

It finally clicked. That Cyrillote wasn’t the present one I’d just been with—he was the Cyrillote of this time. Since I wasn’t part of this timeline, he couldn’t see or hear me.

Judging by his appearance, he looked almost identical to the Cyrillote I’d just seen, perhaps only a few days apart.

I let out a sigh.

That’s when it happened.

Cyrillote’s eyes widened in shock, and from within the old house came a piercing scream.

“Kyahhhhh!”

“!”

Cyrillote flinched violently, his whole body trembling.

What’s happening?

Startled, I also turned my gaze to the house.

Then, cutting through the tension, came another sound.

“Waaaah! Waaaahhh!”

“….”

The loud cries of a baby echoed through the forest.