My Dad, the Demon King, Is a Big Problem-Chapter 102

"Ha ha ha!"

Crescent burst into loud laughter without realizing it.

It was absurd.

No matter that she had become the daughter of the Demon King, as a holy knight, she could not cross certain lines.

A knight with pride could never owe a debt to a demon. What did they think would happen if she did?

Suddenly, Crescent had a brilliant idea.

"If it’s like that, I’d be okay with it. You kill Cyrillote, and then you die too. If that happens, I’ll go mad just once."

As she spoke, Crescent shrugged her shoulders.

If she could kill two high-tier demons with just one favor, it would be a huge profit.

However, Prima seemed completely unfazed by Crescent's words, even the part where she had wished for him to die, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Shall I walk you home?"

"?"

What was this nonsensical response?

Crescent blinked, surprised. She felt a bit disoriented, having lost some of her earlier resolve.

Well, telling a demon to die probably didn’t mean much anyway.

Of course, Crescent had no desire to go home with a demon.

"Why would I go home with you? I rode in on horseback. I’ll go alone."

"Don’t worry. I’ll have the horse take you there."

"!"

Out of nowhere, Prima stepped right next to Crescent, so close that their bodies almost touched.

Crescent recoiled instinctively, trying to distance herself from him.

In that instant, Prima grabbed Crescent’s arm.

The scenery around them changed in the blink of an eye. They were now inside the room of her newly acquired mansion.

Crescent froze for a moment, letting out a deep sigh.

That bastard... he’s using a moving teleportation ticket.

Prima casually looked around the room as if she were visiting a close friend's house.

It was ridiculous.

After taking a moment to glance around, he commented.

"It’s not as nice as the room I prepared."

Not as nice?

This house, which the Pluto Ducal House had so lovingly and carefully provided, was considered "not as nice"?

Crescent's temper flared.

"Your house is in the Demon Realm, right? What does it matter how nice it is? Now, why don’t you go back to the Demon Realm?"

Prima slowly turned his head toward Crescent.

He tilted his head, gazing down at her with a soft smile.

"Do you know, Crescent?"

"?"

"No matter how much you insult me, it won’t affect me."

"...."

Crescent glared at him in silence.

Was he saying that her attacks were meaningless, that they had no effect?

His blatant disregard for her left Crescent feeling deeply insulted. But Prima looked strangely pleased.

His gaze was soft, warm.

Why the hell is he looking at me like that, even though he’s a demon?

"Do you think I’m easy to deal with? Even if I’m the daughter of the Demon King, I can’t kill you, right? But seriously, I’d really like it if you just left now."

How should she even begin to clear up this misunderstanding?

Prima sighed deeply.

Then again, he had expected this from the moment he appeared before her as a demon.

Here, Crescent unexpectedly became a holy knight, working to eliminate demons.

"No, it’s not that."

He spoke again, facing Crescent completely now.

"No matter how much you hate and despise me, to me, you are precious."

Even if she tried to kill him.

Crescent was the one who saved his life—would her harsh words even hurt him?

They barely even reached his ears.

Prima was willing to accept anything from Crescent.

Even if she hated him more than she already did, it didn’t matter.

Just the fact that she was alive, speaking, and moving was enough.

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As long as Crescent existed in this world, he wanted nothing more.

Being able to breathe the same air as her was everything to him.

Having the chance to repay her sacrifice was all he needed.

But Crescent smiled mockingly.

"Really funny. You’re doing all this because you have some ulterior motive, aren’t you?"

No, that wasn’t it.

Prima murmured to himself.

Well, it wasn't entirely without motive.

He had been building his strength for the past six years for a single purpose.

"If things go wrong, I know you’ll try to kill me."

"I’m just here to protect you."

He was here to help her live better.

He would shield her from any sadness or danger.

Crescent clicked her tongue again and sneered.

"Precious? Let’s get one thing straight. You probably think I might become the Demon Realm’s princess one day, and that’s why I’m ‘precious’ to you. You opportunistic scoundrel."

"Ha ha."

Prima couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

An opportunistic scoundrel, huh?

Crescent’s words, given to him like a nickname, made him smile.

After a long and desolate journey, meeting someone who had been his life’s goal, even insults made him smile.

He bowed his head slightly, then raised it to look at Crescent again.

"Yes. No matter the reason, something precious is still precious. Whether you’re the daughter of the Demon King, a monster’s daughter, or even a demon’s daughter, could you not ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) be precious?"

"What are you saying?"

Crescent furrowed her brow.

She was upset.

She couldn’t understand why this demon was calling her precious without any reason, making her feel even worse.

Is he just trying to flatter me to win my favor?

It would be more honest if he just showered me with gold and treasure.

This demon’s intentions were unclear.

It felt as if he was hiding something, making Crescent uncomfortable.

"Stop with the weird talk and just show your true form already."

Crescent spoke sharply, as if giving a warning.

At her words, Prima took a small step forward with a faint smile. In a blink, he appeared right next to her.

He gently took hold of one of Crescent’s hands by the very tip of her fingers.

"This is my true form."

"!"

Crescent recoiled in shock and quickly pulled her hand away.

She had wanted to slap him or curse him, but for some reason, her body and mouth wouldn’t cooperate.

‘What’s going on? That bastard...’

Why is his hand so warm?

Do demons have body heat?

But why does it feel so strange...?

Crescent found herself lost in an indescribable feeling, her words caught in her throat.

Even though it was just a fleeting moment, the sensation of his touch lingered at her fingertips.

"No need to doubt, Crescent."

With those words, Prima slowly began to open a dimensional portal.

His figure started to fade into transparency.

After all, as a demon, Crescent’s natural instinct was to be wary of him, to see him as a possible threat.

That too, Prima had to accept as it was.

But Crescent...

In order to protect you in this world, I had no choice but to become a demon.

When I realized I had to become a demon, there was no hesitation.

Would it be such a big deal to become one, if I could be in the same world as you?

I had to become the Duke of Dimensions.

Only then could I cross dimensions to meet you.

As Prima slowly disappeared into the Demon Realm, his whisper-like words hung in the air.

She couldn’t hear them.

"Now it’s my turn, Crescent."

"Just as you protected me, now I will protect you."