It's Troublesome That My Doting Dad Became A Villain

How long had I been asleep?

It felt as though I had woken from an unpleasant dream.
My head was heavy, and dizziness swirled in my mind.
I had slept deeply, yet instead of feeling refreshed, a hollow sense of reality pressed down on me.

Because everything with Cyrillote had finally come to an end.
My heart felt heavy. There was no sense of achievement, no satisfaction in revenge. I didn’t feel like celebrating.
I had simply done what needed to be done. That was all.

I just killed a demon. That was it.
“Crescent.”
Then, I heard someone call my name.

There was a hint of surprise in that voice.
Hearing it startled me as well.
Because the first voice I heard upon waking… was Meteor’s.

I turned my head toward the sound and, sure enough, Meteor was standing there, facing me.
He was a fair distance away from the bed I was lying on.
Where is this?

The sofa and table carried the sacred aura characteristic of the Grand Temple, so I realized I must be inside it.
But the room was far too luxurious, too grand, and spacious—far beyond what an ordinary knight like me would ever be assigned.
“Oh… Meteor.”

I forced my voice to sound as casual as possible as I braced myself against the bed with one hand.
“Just sit down.”
His voice cut in again, firm and unwavering.
I hesitated before slowly lowering myself back down, exhaling a quiet sigh.

“What happened? Did I collapse?”
My memory was hazy.
The last thing I could remember was watching Cyrillote fade away. I hadn’t been able to take my eyes off of it, nor could I move.

But after that… I had no idea how I ended up here.
Meteor gave a slight nod and # Nоvеlight # sighed before answering.
“You collapsed there. It’s been two days since then.”

“…Two days?”
Had I really been out for two whole days?
It only felt like I had taken a long nap.

I must have been completely drained after using so much divine power and stamina—more than I ever had before.
“Well, it’s good you woke up before too much time passed. How’s your body?”
Meteor studied me with careful eyes as he asked.

I gave a small nod.
“I think I’m fine. Doesn’t seem like I’m injured.”
“Good.”

His reply was brief and emotionless. There was no sense of relief in his voice.
Of course.
He wouldn’t be hoping for my well-being.

To him, both Cyrillote and I were demons that needed to be eliminated.
“I’ll go let them know. They asked me to inform them as soon as you woke up.”
“Oh… okay.”

I answered lightly, watching as he turned and walked toward the door.
Then, suddenly, a thought struck me.
Had Meteor been by my side this whole time?

Waiting for me to wake up?
I blinked in surprise.
A strange feeling of awkwardness and guilt welled up in me.

It was probably his grandfather or someone else who ordered him to stay, but even so, he must have hated it.
The daughter of the Demon King—rather than being killed, he had to sit and wait for her to wake up.
That must have been unbearable for him.

And then—
BANG! The door burst open.
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A voice rushed through the gap even before the door fully swung wide.
“Crescent still hasn’t woken—”
Cardinal Reuben hadn’t even finished pushing the door open before he spotted me.

He froze in place.
Then, startled, he hurried toward me.
“Crescent! You’re awake!”

“Oh… hello.”
I let out a small, awkward laugh.
For some reason, I felt strangely uneasy.

How exactly was the Grand Temple going to explain what happened that day?
They would definitely question why a demon had appeared in the human world.
And would they start suspecting me?

More than anything, I felt self-conscious about the massive surge of divine power I had unleashed—power I couldn’t even begin to explain.
“Are you alright?!”
Reuben’s voice boomed. Behind him, other holy knights had entered as well.

Oddly enough, their eyes were all gleaming as they looked at me.
A strange sense of pressure crept up on me.
“…Yeah. I’m fine. They said I slept for two days, but I guess that was enough to recover.”

“Ooooh, as expected.”
“As expected of the Saintess!”
“…What?”

I nearly bit my tongue.
Saintess?
They were suddenly calling me a Saintess?

Had something happened while I was asleep?
Sure, I had displayed an explosive amount of divine power. They had probably realized that the sword I wielded was a holy sword.
But wasn’t it a little too much to suddenly label me as a Saintess?

I hadn’t even been officially tested or recognized for my divine power.
Come to think of it, this room… It had clearly been arranged as something special—far more spacious and luxurious than what an ordinary knight like me would ever be given.
“Crescent.”

Reuben suddenly spoke in a grave tone.
“How did this happen? I never imagined you possessed such power.”
I hadn’t known either.

Not until two days ago.
From the back, Edgar spoke up without hesitation.
“Seriously, what the hell happened? The entire nation is in an uproar! Even the Imperial Palace has been waiting for you to wake up!”

“…Oh. Really?”
So I had been the only one sleeping soundly while all of this unfolded.
Well, that made sense.

A third-ranked great demon had been eliminated—not just defeated, but completely erased—from the human world.
It was only natural that the entire country, including the Imperial Palace, would be in chaos.
I hesitated for a moment before finally speaking.

“That demon… His name was Cyrillote Eldorette. He had been hiding in the human world for years, working as a weapons dealer.”
“When did you find that out? Have you been keeping this a secret?”
Reuben’s voice carried a hint of surprise.

Then, he turned his gaze to Meteor.
“Meteor, you knew this all along, didn’t you?”
“…I apologize.”

Meteor’s reply was quiet and restrained.
It seemed he had at least informed Reuben about Cyrillote in some capacity.
Either way, keeping such an important fact hidden wasn’t the right thing to do, so I followed with my own apology.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to cause unnecessary panic, so I kept it to myself. I was keeping an eye on him, waiting for the right moment. And then, two days ago, he tried to kill me. I fought back, and… I think I unconsciously awakened my power.”
“!”
“Is that even possible? Can a Primrose suddenly awaken their power and become that strong?”

Edgar’s voice was filled with skepticism.
And he wasn’t the only one.
The other knights all had similar expressions, their faces clouded with doubt.

After all, the amount of divine power a person was born with never changed.
Sure, through immense effort, one might slightly increase their strength.
But what I had displayed—that explosive surge of power—was supposed to be impossible.

“…I never expected it, either.”
I hadn’t imagined that I would gain a special item allowing me to use 30% of Astina’s divine power.
And its power had far exceeded anything I could have ever fathomed.

“Crescent!”
A loud voice suddenly rang out.
Heavy, rapid footsteps pounded against the floor, and before I knew it, Adrian had rushed up to my bedside.

“You’re awake! Thank the heavens! Are you hurt anywhere? Are you really okay?”
He reached toward me, as if to check for injuries, but then quickly recoiled.
It seemed he had caught himself before touching me.

The other knights’ gazes sharpened at him.
At this point, I was starting to feel an eerie sense of expectation—like something was missing when Adrian didn’t make a fuss.
“Yes, I’m completely fine. Thank you for your concern.”

“Thank goodness! That’s such a relief!”
He nearly grabbed my hand again but flinched away at the last moment.
At least he knew where the line was.

Just then, Reuben cleared his throat.
“Ahem. Well, Crescent, everyone has known for a long time that you’re an exceptionally strong Primrose. You’re the first woman in 150 years to be born with divine power, after all. Someone as unique as you… perhaps it’s not impossible that you could surpass your innate limits.”
“…You think so?”

I forced a sheepish smile.
Because Meteor was right there.
He knew perfectly well that I wasn’t some miraculous holy knight.

And yet, here I was, standing in front of him while they all spoke about me like I was some divine phenomenon.
I was outright deceiving everyone in front of him.
“Which brings me to something else, Crescent. We need to test your divine power again. I know it may not mean much now, but there are those who won’t believe it until we formally assess it. It’s just a formality, but we have to do it. Can you come now?”

“Yes, of course.”
I answered lightly.
I already knew what the result would be.

But still… there was a small, anxious flutter in my chest.
Just in case.