My Dad, the Demon King, Is a Big Problem-Chapter 116

“Our baby, our beautiful baby. Crescent, who shines like the crescent moon. I love you, my darling...”

Smooch.

My mother’s lips gently brushed against the tip of my nose.

Wrapped snugly in a soft swaddle, I was nestled in her arms, breathing softly in my sleep. Watching me, her whole body seemed to tremble with affection, as if she couldn’t contain how much she adored me.

“Ah! Even your little nose looks like a cherry! It’s like I’ve been given the most priceless treasure chest in the world,” she murmured in awe, hugging me even tighter.

Still, it didn’t seem enough for her. She began kissing my head, my forehead, and the bridge of my nose in a flurry of affection.

“Crescent, you’re the most precious treasure in the world. No matter how much I look at you, I still want to see you more. Even the time spent sleeping feels like a waste—I just want to keep looking at you and loving you, my baby.”

Smooch.

Once more, she pressed her lips to the top of my head, then smiled softly as she gazed down at my face.

“You’re so beautiful. So incredibly beautiful that it’s driving me crazy. Every morning when I wake up and see you beside me, I’m overwhelmed with happiness...”

How could she have loved me so much…?

And yet, why isn’t she by my side now?

She left her family, her house, everything, all because of me.

And not long after, she’d leave both me and my father too.

But why?

Surely my father didn’t abandon her, did he?

I watched the dreamlike moment between mother and child play out for a while.

Though I could have watched for much longer, my surroundings suddenly shifted.

Cyrillote must have sent me to another moment in time.

This time, it was sunset, with a pink hue bathing my parents’ house.

Inside, my father was trying to calm me down on his own.

I was wailing, my tiny face scrunched up in displeasure.

“Waaaah, waaah!”

“Shhh, there, there. Hush now, my little one. Are you missing your mother? She’ll be back soon—she’s the only one who can feed you, after all.”

“Waaaah, waaaah!”

My cries didn’t stop.

Anxiously, Lloyd glanced out the window. Outside, the sunset painted the sky in beautiful colors.

“Cresent, your mother’s late. Why isn’t she back yet? It’s been over an hour.”

For a brief moment, worry crossed his face, but he quickly laughed it off, trying to reassure himself.

“Don’t worry, though. Your mother would never leave you hungry. She’ll be back any moment now. Haha.”

Gently bouncing me in his arms, he kept trying to soothe me.

“Cresent, do you know something? This is a secret, but your father loves you even more than your mother does. Haha.”

“Waaah—waaah!”

“…I’m sorry.”

Bounce, bounce.

Flustered by his failed joke, he apologized and kept bouncing me in his arms, his smile returning as he softly patted my back.

He kept murmuring to me, his soothing voice gradually calming my cries.

“Your eyes look just like your mother’s, your nose is like mine, and your lips… those are from your mom again. You’re so beautiful, my darling. No matter how much I look at you, I can’t get enough.”

How long is he going to keep doing this…?

Time passed, and he didn’t set me down, his gaze never leaving my face.

Meanwhile, Cyrillote lingered quietly, watching everything unfold. What is he doing, lurking like he’s part of the family? If my father noticed him, he’d probably kill him on the spot.

Even the Demon King would find this unbearable.

Just then, the room darkened as the deep shadows of night began to fall.

Father suddenly froze.

“When did it get so late?” he muttered, startled.

Holding me securely, he moved to the window. Outside, the forest was shrouded in darkness, the shapes of the trees barely discernible.

“…She should’ve been back by now. Much later than I expected. Strange.”

Wrapping me tightly in a bundle, he headed outside.

He must have been planning to go look for her.

Relying on the dim light of a single candle, he walked the night path, speaking to me as if to reassure himself.

“It’s strange, Cresent. Your mother went out to buy you new clothes today. It was a special occasion—the tailor only comes once a week, and she was so excited. Is that why she’s taking so long? But still, she’d never miss your feeding time…”

His voice was steady, but it was clear his worry was growing.

Trying to hide his unease, he kept talking, as if trying to soothe both me and himself.

“Maybe she got caught up at the market. People keep giving her and me things to eat whenever they see us. Haha, they’re always so generous.”

“Uuuh.”

Hearing his laugh, I stirred slightly in his arms, but my tiny face scrunched up once more. I was hungry.

Now visibly more anxious, he raised his voice and called out into the night.

“Diana! Diana, are you on your way? Can you hear me?”

“….”

There was no response.

Why hadn’t my mother returned yet?

Could she have disappeared...?

The thought unsettled me. Even though I knew this was just a glimpse of the past, I couldn’t help but feel anxious.

“Diana! Diana!”

Before long, my father was calling out her name as he searched the area.

Every now and then, he’d check on me, cradling me warmly in his arms to reassure me. Cyrillote trailed behind him, keeping a cautious distance, observing without interference.

Eventually, my father reached the entrance of the market, where he finally encountered someone. Grabbing hold of the passerby, he asked urgently, “Have you seen my wife by any chance? She was supposed to be home a while ago, but there’s no sign of her.”

“Oh my, aren’t you the handsome newlywed couple? Your lovely bride... No, I’m afraid I haven’t seen her today. Has the baby’s mother gone missing?”

“What? Oh, no, no, I don’t think so. She’s probably just running late, but I don’t know where she could be.”

“Hmm, that’s strange. If I hear anything, I’ll let you know right away.”

“Thank you. Thank you so much.”

Bowing repeatedly, my father quickly moved on to continue his search. He asked every person he met, even knocking on doors of houses with lit windows, but no one had seen her.

At one point, I started crying loudly, unable to endure my hunger any longer.

“Waaaah! Waaaah!”

“This won’t do. I’ll have to find someone to nurse you for now. She told me to come anytime if we needed help.”

Muttering to himself, my father tried to comfort me as he hurried toward another destination, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

He arrived at a modest home, where a young woman kindly fed me.

“Thank you. I’ll never forget your kindness. Truly, thank you.”

I eagerly nursed, finally satisfying my hunger.

Only then did my father seem to relax, his tense shoulders easing. But the woman who had helped us asked with a worried expression, “Where’s Diana? She’s never missed feeding her baby before. It’s so strange.”

“I think so too. No one seems to have seen her. She said she was going to the market, but it doesn’t seem like she ever made it there.”

“Oh dear...”

Her voice trailed off, her face clouded with unease. She seemed hesitant to voice the worst-case scenario, but the thought was clearly on her mind.

It wasn’t much different for my father.

“I’m sorry, but could I ask one more favor?”

“Of course. Tell me.”

“I think I’ll have to go look for Diana. She might already be back home, but I want to make sure. Would you mind watching the baby for a little while? I’ll return as quickly as I can.”

“Of course. Go ahead. I’m sure everything will be fine. Don’t worry too much.”

“Thank you. Truly, thank you.”

Bowing deeply again, my father entrusted me to the woman and hurried out of the house, heading straight back to their home.

“Diana!”

Bang!

Throwing the door open, he searched every corner of the house.

“Diana! Are you here?!”

The house was silent. Not even the faintest sound of movement.

The surrounding area was the same—utterly still.

A deep sigh escaped my father.

“Diana... Where could you be?”

Confusion clouded his expression.

I glanced at Cyrillote, wondering if he’d noticed something. The demon was still trailing my father like a shadow.

At this point, it was more surprising that my father hadn’t sensed Cyrillote’s presence. But then again, considering he was one of the highest-ranking demons, concealing his presence must be second nature.

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As if hearing my silent complaint, Cyrillote turned his attention elsewhere.

But instead of searching for her, he came toward me. Standing outside the window, he gave me his usual eerie smile.

“...Little one. Your father seems very busy. But don’t worry—I won’t leave you alone, my little princess.”

...I swear, I’m going to throttle this bastard one day.