It's Troublesome That My Doting Dad Became A Villain

Not long after arriving at the Holy Palace, Crescent headed not to her own room, but to another location.
Meteor’s room.
They had just been together moments ago, so it felt a little awkward to seek him out again.

Still, so what. I just want to check if he made it back safely from the Demon Realm.
She couldn’t rule out the possibility that Prima had done something to him after spiriting him away.
Ahem.

Crescent cleared her throat for no reason and knocked on Meteor’s door.
Was he inside?
Even if he had returned to the Human Realm, there was no guarantee he had come back to the Holy Palace yet.

With no response, she wondered if she should just leave. But then, just as she knocked again—
Click. The sound of the doorknob turning broke the silence, and the door creaked open slowly.
Crescent, startled, took a step back.

Had he already returned to his room?
Meteor’s eyes grew as wide as hers when he saw her.
“Oh, you came.”

Meteor’s heart beat a little faster.
He had just arrived back here after being with the Duke of Dimensions.
And of all people to knock on his door at that moment—it was Crescent.

Now that he’d learned things he hadn’t known while in the Demon Realm, seeing her again made her feel like a completely different person.
Why had she come to find him?
Crescent spoke up, piercing through the awkwardness.
“You’re back too? I was just wondering if you made it back okay. I was worried the Duke of Dimensions might’ve pulled something.”

Ah.
Come to think of it, he hadn’t even had the time to wonder if she’d made it back safely.
He’d been dragged back to the Demon Realm almost as soon as he arrived in the Human Realm.

Meteor glanced around. Fortunately, there was no one nearby—but this wasn’t the best place to talk.
“Want to come in for a second?”
“Huh? Ah, sure.”

Caught off guard, Crescent nodded and stepped inside.
She had planned to just see his face and leave, but slipping away right after would feel strange too.
Once she found a spot to stand, and the door closed behind her, Crescent spoke again.

“I’m glad you made it back safely. I just wanted to say… sorry. It feels like you got caught up in something annoying because of me.”
She had apologized back in the Demon Realm, but she felt like she had to say something again.
“Well, it’s not like we’re completely unrelated.”

“Huh?”
“Never mind.”
Meteor shook his head lightly.

His gaze returned to Crescent—and this time, there was a weight behind it that hadn’t been there before.
The words Prima had said still echoed in his mind.
Crescent is dead. She died saving me.

This world exists because of Crescent. It’s the only dimension where she lives.
If Crescent hadn’t returned, you wouldn’t exist in this universe.
So… she died saving him, went back in time, and became the one under his mother’s guardianship?

Meteor still wasn’t sure how to interpret Prima’s words.
Prima might be him—or not.
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Even if he was a version of himself from another dimension, the experiences Prima went through weren’t Meteor’s own.
What made things difficult was the fact that Crescent had risked death to save someone.
And that person happened to be Prima—another version of himself.

That truth made it hard for Meteor to feel entirely detached.
Crescent looked at him for a moment, then mumbled awkwardly.
“Anyway, it’s a relief to see you’re safe. I’ll head back now—oh, right!”

At that moment, something flashed in Crescent’s mind.
Her eyes sparkled a little as she looked at Meteor.
Wasn’t he one of the people who knew the most about the god Ammas?

Truthfully, while she was diligent in her duties as a Holy Knight, her faith wasn’t particularly deep.
She had almost never prayed to Ammas of her own accord.
But Meteor was different. He was truly devout, solemn—a Holy Knight who had dedicated both body and soul to the god.

He might know more about Ammas than she did.
As Meteor looked at her, wondering what was up, Crescent cleared her throat.
“I just remembered something I wanted to ask… Do you know anything about Ammas’s Hair? Like, is there a relic by that name or something?”

She really hoped he knew something.
But Meteor’s brows furrowed as if to say, What kind of random question is that?
“Ammas’s Hair?”

Doesn’t look like he knows.
That’s disappointing.
Meteor quickly responded.

“Not sure. I’ve never heard of anything like that. I don’t know every relic, so maybe something like that exists somewhere, but I’ve never come across it.”
“Oh, okay. Got it. I’ll keep looking just in case.”
Crescent gave a slightly awkward smile as she finished her sentence.

Just then, Meteor’s lips parted for a second—then closed again. Like he was about to say something, but changed his mind.
She thought the conversation was over, but he spoke again.
“At the very least, I can say for sure that none of Ammas’s current relics are like that. You might not know, but Ammas’s Vessel changed about eighteen years ago. It’s not something people talk about, so… if you didn’t know, just keep it to yourself.”

“Huh? What changed?”
Crescent blinked.
Ammas’s Vessel? Eighteen years ago?

She was hearing about all of this for the first time.
There were definitely things she didn’t know about this world, but she hadn’t expected that there might be more to learn about Ammas, too.
Noticing her reaction, Meteor continued.

“Oh, so you didn’t know. Well, yeah—it’s something only the highest-ranking priests know at the Holy Palace. I only found out by chance.”
Wait a second.
Is it really okay to be telling the Demon King’s daughter that Ammas’s Vessel changed?

The thought hit Meteor belatedly—but it was too late.
It was a secret guarded by a small handful of people # Nоvеlight # at the Holy Palace, and yet he’d just… said it.
This wasn’t like him.

He should’ve been more cautious, especially with someone tied to demons.
Crescent’s eyes widened even further.
“What do you mean, Ammas’s Vessel?”

But… maybe it doesn’t matter anyway.
With a faint sigh, Meteor answered again.
“It’s exactly what it sounds like. A vessel that holds the presence of Ammas. The previous vessel existed for hundreds of years, but eighteen years ago, it was replaced by someone else.”

“A person? You mean it’s a person?”
Who?
Who’s he talking about?

Crescent was so shocked that her voice rose slightly.
She hadn’t even known that Ammas had a vessel, and now it turned out it involved a person? That was stunning.
And if it happened eighteen years ago—that was the year she was born.

Meteor spoke a bit more cautiously now.
“To put it simply, Ammas chooses a specific person to embody their presence in this world. That person is then regarded as Ammas themselves.”
“…”

Oh my god.
Without even thinking, Crescent asked,
“Then where is that person now?”

Meteor shook his head a few times.
“No one knows. Even the pope probably doesn’t. But they do exist somewhere in this world.”
“Unbelievable…”

Ammas’s Vessel—so there really is a person.
Then Ammas’s Hair could literally be… hair from that person.
I’m supposed to actually pluck a god’s hair?

Is that even possible?
Still not giving up, Crescent asked carefully:
“Do you know who this person that was chosen eighteen years ago is? Someone you knew?”

“No one knows. No one’s seen them—don’t even know if it’s a man or a woman, or how old they are.”
“…”
A small whirlpool began to stir in Crescent’s mind.

To save her father, she would have to approach the god.
That realization made her heart pound uncontrollably.