My Dad, the Demon King, Is a Big Problem

Chapter 13

I suddenly thought of 13-year-old Meteor again. Could that Meteor still be struggling to save the world at this moment? Probably lamenting the loss of the crucial clue—the death of the Demon King’s daughter.

Though my life during the tutorial loop ended in vain trying to save him, it wasn’t entirely bad. I never reunited with Dad, but at least the male lead survived. That should mean the Demon King would eventually be eradicated, right?

In this life, I vowed to survive, meet Dad again, and protect peace.

Meteor’s voice continued to resonate in my mind.

“You may not know this, but only thirteen noble families in the world are born with divine power. And most of them are men. No woman has been born with divine power in the last 150 years.”

I already knew that.

So, I could guess what Meteor was trying to say.

“And a Holy Knight must possess divine power.”

“Hmm.”

Of course. He assumed I didn’t have divine power.

He wasn’t wrong. I wasn’t born with divine power, and in this world, there’s no way to gain it later in life. However, thanks to the system, I managed to become a Holy Knight and acquired divine power.

And not just any divine power—I had a whopping level 17 holy energy.

“That’s why the idea of you becoming a Holy Knight is utterly ridiculous, don’t you think?”

“Hmm.”

When I hummed in response twice, Meteor frowned slightly.

“I don’t get your ambiguous reaction. You probably said you wanted to become a Holy Knight without fully understanding what it means, right?”

He shook his head and got up from the dining table, signaling the end of our conversation.

Watching him leave, I scratched my nose idly.

‘Just wait and see.’

Once it becomes known that I possess divine power, even the High Priest will come running to take me in.

Right now, I was eagerly anticipating that moment.@@@@

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Meanwhile, in the tutorial world where everyone still remembered the Delight family...

Two weeks had passed since the pink-haired girl had vanished along with the Magi.

But the world continued as if nothing had happened.

Holy Knights busied themselves purging Magi from all corners of the land, while people continued to suffer casualties from the ceaseless emergence of new Magi.

The only change was that the search for the Demon King’s daughter had been called off.

Sigh.

Meteor returned to his dormitory at the Holy Palace after another exhausting day of Magi extermination.

His face was as expressionless as it had been while mechanically destroying Magi. Ever since the girl’s death, he had been in this state.

Though his daily routine remained unchanged, he felt nothing—no emotions, no clarity.

He had no idea what he was supposed to feel.

<‘Yuri-Loving Druid Gabriella’ notes that the world should have ended with Crescent’s death, and even a forced shutdown isn’t working.>

<‘From Maid to Saintess—Astina’ says this doesn’t make any sense.>

The saints fell silent for a moment, still tilting their heads in unison.

The tutorial was supposed to be just that—a tutorial.

Without the protagonist, Crescent, the tutorial world shouldn’t exist. Even if they didn’t manually shut it down, it should have ended on its own.

And yet, the tutorial world continued as if nothing had happened.

It was clear that something had defied the fundamental settings.

The saints could only conclude one thing: there had been a change that overturned the basic rules.

<‘Yuri-Loving Druid Gabriella’ suggests waiting and observing. She has a feeling the tutorial world’s Meteor might deviate from the standard settings and cause some trouble.>

The other saints seemed to agree, nodding at Gabriella’s suggestion. The prospect of Meteor causing chaos was unexpectedly intriguing.

It seemed like an unexpected spectacle was about to unfold.

<‘Dragon Slayer Sylvester’ smirks slightly, raising one corner of his lips.>

It had been over two weeks since I arrived at the Pluto Ducal House.

Lavish food, kind servants, and new dresses and shoes filling my wardrobe every day...

“This is too much!”

I couldn’t hide my shock at the sheer number of dresses delivered with the latest order.

Each dress, tailored to my size, came in an array of designs.

There were simple outfits for casual outings, elegant tea party dresses, dazzling evening gowns for grand banquets, and even charming everyday wear.

All made by top-tier designers, the dresses sparkled with exquisite details and shone with luxury.

The ornate ones were brimming with ruffles, dense floral decorations, and a dazzling array of embellishments.

Despite the numerous clothes I already owned, Lady Rearwin Pluto clearly didn’t think it was enough.

As I stood speechless, Rearwin covered her mouth with a graceful laugh.

“Isn’t it irresistible how adorable little girls’ dresses are? I couldn’t help but buy so many when I imagined you wearing them, Crescent. Hoho.”

“Ahaha, thank you.”

I forced an awkward smile, trying my best to conceal my discomfort.

No, this isn’t right.

Please don’t treat me this well...!

“Um, really, I only need a few practical outfits to wear.”

“Oh my, Crescent, you’re so modest.”

It wasn’t modesty—it was guilt! I couldn’t accept so much as the Demon King’s daughter living in a Holy Knight family!

Rearwin walked over and patted my head.

“You don’t need to be frugal anymore, Crescent. Don’t hold back—wear what you want, eat what you like, and indulge yourself in everything!”