My Dad, the Demon King, Is a Big Problem

Chapter 60

“Ah, yes. We were in the same orphanage as kids. By the way, this is Meteor Pluto, the heir of the Pluto Ducal House—”

Before I could finish the introduction, Cyrillote offered Meteor a polite smile and extended his hand for a handshake.

“Of course, I’m well aware. Lord Meteor Pluto, it’s an honor to have such distinguished guests visit my humble weapons shop.”

“...”

Meteor stared at Cyrillote for a moment before glancing at the outstretched hand. After a brief pause, he finally took it.

“I didn’t expect the shop owner to know Crescent. Even less so that someone my age would be running a weapons shop.”

Releasing the handshake, Meteor stepped back. Cyrillote, unfazed, returned his hand gracefully and replied with a smile.

“Many say the same. But you’ll find even greater surprises when you see the weapons I’ve invented.”

“Really? I’m so curious! What’s this about weapons that synchronize with divine power?”

I interjected excitedly.

Holy Knights could infuse divine power into most weapons, usually swords being the default choice. The flyer’s emphasis on divine power synchronization intrigued me—it felt deliberate.

“Ah, I was going to offer some tea first, but I see knights can’t resist. By the way, Crescent, I was surprised to hear you became a Holy Knight. Or should I say, Lady Crescent now? Congratulations on officially joining the Pluto family.”

“Ah, yes, thank you. I’m still getting used to it myself—it’s only been a few days since the adoption.”

Indeed, my adoption into the Pluto family had sent shockwaves across the empire.

Every newspaper was plastered with headlines about it.

It was unprecedented for a family like the Plutos, who valued lineage above all else, to adopt an unrelated child.

Cyrillote shifted his gaze toward Meteor.

“Then, Lord Meteor, I suppose this makes you my dear friend’s older brother.”

“...Where are the weapons?”

Ignoring Cyrillote’s comment, Meteor scanned the shop’s interior. His sharp gaze lit up Cyrillote’s face with delight.

“Perfect timing. I have a weapon here that Holy Knights, especially Lady Crescent, might find very useful. Please, follow me.”

“Ahem. You could just call me Crescent when we’re alone...”

I mumbled under my breath, following Cyrillote. Then again, we weren’t exactly alone—Meteor was here too.

It felt overwhelmingly awkward for someone I’d known since childhood to address me as “Lady Crescent.” But I supposed I had to get used to it.

Cyrillote led us down a staircase to the basement. Even here, the steps were lined with colorful carpets.

I couldn’t help but wonder if Cyrillote always had such a flamboyant taste.

Then, I realized I hadn’t asked him about himself yet.

“So, you’re just the same as always. How have you been? The flyer said you studied abroad?”

‘Resilient Boomerang Firecracker for Demon Realm Trips: Draws demon attention, increasing survival chances.’‘Highly Concentrated Acacia Perfume Grenade: Rumored to emit a scent demons hate most. May cause suffocation when thrown at their noses.’‘Magi Gas Mask: Equipped with a special filter to block Magi. Contains an internal air supply.’

What could it be?

Excitement bubbled within me. Meteor, too, watched with keen interest.

Cyrillote returned with something small and silver, about the size of a handheld item.

When I saw it, I instantly recognized what it was. But Meteor did not.

“What’s this?”

“It’s called a gun, my lord.”

“A gun?”

A gun?

Why on earth was there a gun here?

I was so shocked I forgot to speak, my gaze darting between the gun and Cyrillote.

The sleek silver object had elegant engravings on its surface. It resembled the guns I knew but was slimmer. There was even a trigger.

But this was a world without guns. No one here had ever seen or heard of such a weapon.

How did Cyrillote create one?

He began to explain.

“This is a weapon I designed after pondering for an hour on how to use divine power quickly and efficiently. You can load divine power into it like a bead, pull the trigger, and fire it at a distance.”

“What...?”

Meteor looked utterly dumbfounded.

For people in this world, his reaction was understandable.

“You made this? How?”

“I just thought of it and made it. Genius, right?” Cyrillote grinned confidently.

Did he really make this?

I supposed every world has someone who invents gun-like weapons. On second thought, the concept wasn’t that hard to come up with.

“Forming divine power into beads isn’t too difficult, though.”

Saying this, I picked up the gun.

Its contours were smooth, and it fit perfectly in my hand. It was cold but surprisingly light, making it satisfying to hold.

“Want to give it a try?”

“Sure.”

Responding to Meteor, I focused on channeling divine power. Cyrillote, visibly excited, let out a small gasp of anticipation.