It's Troublesome That My Doting Dad Became A Villain

How many years had it been since I last saw this?

The Stone of Ammas that measures divine power.
For most people, it was a sacred relic they encountered only once in their lifetime. Seeing it again filled me with strange emotions.
That characteristic pale blue glow spread out just as mystically as before.

Nothing had changed since I had seen it at eight years old.
As expected of a holy relic, it radiated an unshakable presence that transcended time itself.
At that moment, Bishop Baldwin’s sharp eyes glinted.

He was the very same man who had insulted me as a fraud when I first measured my divine power.
“As everyone here knows well, the Stone of Ammas has never been wrong. The divine power measured once cannot possibly change. If a different result were to appear this time, there would be many who would refuse to accept it. The Stone of Ammas never contradicts itself.”
Oh, this old man again.

Even after everything that happened two days ago, he still wanted to pick a fight?
If my rank turned out to be higher than Primrose, he looked ready to start a riot.
There were always those in the Grand Temple who weren’t pleased with the attention I received.

Back when the Pluto Ducal House supported me, they had opposed me just to prevent Pluto from gaining more influence.
Now, it was because I was a woman of ordinary birth.
And to top it all off, I had become the wielder of the Holy Sword.

They felt overshadowed by me, believing that their own significance had been diminished. Their pride had been wounded.
They were the ones who would be least happy if my rank increased.
“Bishop Baldwin, have you ever seen a Primrose display divine power like Crescent did?”

Bishop Miles, Meteor’s father, refuted him.
“Then are you suggesting the Stone of Ammas is lying?”
“I’m not saying it’s false. I’m saying there could be an exception.”
“Silence!”

In the end, Cardinal Reuben cut them off in a low, commanding voice.
I let out a soft sigh.
What result would the Stone of Ammas give?

Could that relic really never contradict itself?
What if it still labeled me Primrose?
After I killed Cyrillote, the system had congratulated me on becoming a Saintess.

Was that title only something recognized among us?
Not that I particularly wanted to be treated like a Saintess by the Grand ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ Temple. All that mattered was that I had become strong enough to be seen as one.
Reuben’s gaze sharpened.

“Crescent has manifested the Holy Sword and displayed divine power on an unprecedented scale. Measuring Crescent’s divine power with the Stone of Ammas is merely a formality. The fact that the Holy Sword appeared for her proves she is worthy. What greater proof is needed?”
“No matter what, this is—”
Bishop Baldwin raised his voice in protest but fell silent midway.

Even he must have realized he was grasping at straws.
The priests in his faction also looked visibly uncomfortable, shifting their expressions as they awkwardly swallowed their words.
It was ridiculous.

Shouldn’t they be happy that the Holy Sword manifested at a time when demons could strike at any moment?
No matter who wielded it, wasn’t it better if someone fought alongside them?
If it were me, I’d be dancing for joy.

Idiots. Absolute idiots.
The priests who agreed with me simply clicked their tongues.
At that moment, Reuben spoke to me.

“Crescent, let’s begin.”
“Yes.”
I replied firmly, turning my gaze back to the Stone of Ammas.

I remembered clearly what had happened the last time I interacted with it.
Back then, I had unconsciously been drawn into the world of the stone.
A strange, overwhelming sensation—as if I had left reality and entered the realm of something beyond.

And now, I found myself slipping back into that state once again.
—"Do you still believe that your family is more important than the world?"
“…You remember me?”

I was genuinely shocked.
Did the Stone of Ammas remember the conversation we had years ago?
No wonder it was called a divine relic rather than just some ordinary rock.

Back then, the conversation had gone like this:
—"The world will abandon you."
—"I don’t care. My family is more important than the world."
And now, it still remembered.

So, this relic wasn’t just some machine that measured divine power.
Realizing I had unintentionally dodged the question, I immediately answered again.
“Yes. My family is still more important than the world.”

At that moment, I heard faint sighs escape from the people around me.
They were likely thinking: Crescent, how can you say something like that when you’re supposed to save the world?
Maybe some of them thought, What family? You don’t even have one.

But that would never change for me.
Still, there was one difference between the old me and the present me.
“…But now, the world is important too. The world must exist for my family to exist.”

At eight years old, I had believed that the world didn’t matter.
My world was my family—so what did a larger world even mean?
After losing the only family I had, I believed the world itself had ceased to exist.

But now, that wasn’t the case.
My family was precious, but so was the world they lived in.
—"The falsehood you carry will hold you back. When you find yourself cornered, come to me."

“…What?”
Startled, I asked for clarification.
But before I could get an answer—

My consciousness snapped back to reality.
The world of the Stone of Ammas faded, and my vision cleared.
The sacred stone glowed before me.

A yellow light.
My eyes widened.
Yellow—the color of Primrose.

…Wait.
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Even after summoning the Holy Sword, I was still a Primrose?

“I knew it!”
“A Primrose should not be treated as a Saintess! Immediately—”
The priests’ protests were cut short.

Because the light changed.
The yellow glow shimmered and deepened—turning green.
Green—Peridot.

Peridot was three ranks above Primrose.
Oh. It increased.
The room erupted into murmurs.

Then, the Stone of Ammas flickered again.
The green glow faded, replaced by a color like the ocean—Aqua Marine.
Aqua Marine was two ranks below the highest level—Adamas.

It increased again—!
“Indeed—”
“No. Not yet.”

Reuben cut through the rising awe with a serious tone.
Everyone turned back to the Stone of Ammas.
Of course, there was no way I would stop at Aqua Marine when I was the wielder of the Holy Sword.

And then—
The Stone of Ammas erased all color.
What remained was a pure, transparent light.

Adamas.
The highest divine rank.
Adamas.

…I am Adamas?
My heart pounded.
For so long, I had been mocked for being a lowly Primrose.

But that never mattered.
The light had passed through every rank—
From Primrose to Canary, to Grape, then Peridot, Aqua Marine, Sapphire—all the way to Adamas.

It was as if the Stone of Ammas had laid out my entire journey as a knight.
I had started as a weak Primrose, and now, I stood at the highest rank.
The room fell into stunned silence.

The test was over.
But no one could speak.
Because a Primrose had shattered the impossible and become Adamas.

Just as Miles was about to say something—
Light erupted.
Far beyond its usual glow, the Stone of Ammas blazed like an endless sun.

“…!”
“What is that?”
“I can’t even open my eyes!”

Blinding brilliance filled the entire space.
I couldn’t move.
Couldn’t even blink.

I just stared into that overwhelming authority.
Amidst gasps and shock, Reuben spoke solemnly.
“…Unbelievable. Truly incredible. That is Athethamas—the power beyond Adamas.”

“Athethamas? That actually exists?”
“Do you still doubt it? I never imagined I would witness this light in my lifetime.”
A long silence followed.

Reuben’s words left everyone speechless.
The Stone of Ammas had reached its limit.
And then, with clear, unwavering authority—

Reuben declared:
“Athethamas signifies a Saintess or a Divine One. Bow before Crescent. Reverence to Athethamas.”