It's Troublesome That My Doting Dad Became A Villain

Under the glowing red moon of the Demon Realm.
It had been several days since the Duke of Time's castle had lost its former master.

The one most enraged by Cyrillote Eldorette’s destruction was the Demon King himself—but many other demons also could not suppress their sorrow.
Cyrillote had been the most revered demon in the Demon Realm.
What other demon could have waited hundreds of years, dedicating himself to crafting a magical potion, all in anticipation of the Demon King’s return?

There was no other demon more loyal to the Demon King than Cyrillote.
Everyone acknowledged that fact.
Now, the Duke of Time’s castle—abandoned by all—was dark and damp, as if refusing even the smallest smile.

Black marble was surrounded by dead Magi.
Though the gates stood open, they welcomed no one.
Onto the wet path, a pair of round-toed shoes stepped down, scattering the Magi beneath them.

A dress flared like an overturned bell, swaying with each tiny step.
Straight-cut bangs, a flawless bob that allowed not even a fraction of deviation.
A girl with pitch-black hair like the Demon Realm’s night sky had eyes just as dark.

She looked no older than fifteen at most, but the Magi emanating from her small frame carried an unmatched solemnity.
Her expressionless face was overwhelming, her sealed lips containing a primal terror.
Her features were lovely at a glance, but even without speaking, malice spread. Even without attacking, she radiated menace.

Bonnie Antalia.
The second-highest ranked demon in the Demon Realm—known as the Duchess of Space—she finally stepped through the open gates.
“Cyrillote.”

Her tiny red lips uttered the name without a hint of emotion.
No grief, no hatred—no feeling at all laced her voice.
“Are you really gone?”
Her soft voice echoed through the castle.

The echo was as empty as the time that had passed since the master’s absence.
Seeing her own voice bounce around the dark, vacant castle made Bonnie’s brow twitch slightly.
As expected, there was no need to confirm—Cyrillote was dead.

Truly, all of his presence had vanished from the Demon Realm.
But what bothered Bonnie wasn’t his death itself. What brought her here was how he died.
“…To become the shame of all demons.”

Everyone said it.
Demons still gossiped about Cyrillote’s death. Some pitied him, some resented him, others cursed him.
Why did you die?

Why—because of some human girl?
“You’re the disgrace of demons, Cyrillote.”
He had shown the most blind loyalty to the Demon King—only to deliver a betrayal just as shocking.

Even his claim that he would kill the Demon King's despised daughter had been a lie.
Instead, he entrusted his life to her hands.
He willingly gave up his place.

That truth was what shook and reignited Bonnie’s fury.
The more she had trusted and loved Cyrillote, the more uncontrollable her anger became.
“How dare you hand your place over to a human…?”

Clack.
Bonnie’s dainty shoes rang sharply as she stepped forward.
She lifted her head to the ceiling.

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It sparkled with countless stars of time, as if a piece of the night sky had been transplanted there.
Toward Cyrillote’s soul, wherever it might exist beyond that ceiling, Bonnie curled her lips into a smile. A smile as sharp and vivid as Cyrillote’s had once been.

“Cyrillote. I’ll destroy what you tried so hard to protect.”
It would begin with the Duke of Time’s castle, now under a new master.
Even if that human girl were to enter the Demon Realm, she would never be allowed to claim Cyrillote’s castle.

Crash.
Starting from the palm of Bonnie’s hand, the Duke of Time’s castle began to tremble.
It didn’t take long before the castle—now without its true master—collapsed into rubble.

***
Bonnie Antalia looked down upon the Human Realm.
Until now, she had paid it no mind. She had held no hatred or contempt for it.

She had no desire to toy with humans by luring them in with Magi.
What fun could a god of the Demon Realm find in playing with a few pathetic ants?
It had been boring. She simply hadn’t cared.

But now, she gazed at the Human Realm with a sharpened interest.
Cyrillote had died in a place like that?
He, the most magnificent of demons—noble, proud, and above all else, unshakably devoted to the Demon King?

Even after demolishing the Duke of Time’s castle, Bonnie found no comfort in her heart.
More than rage, betrayal and longing grew stronger.
At last, she rose to her feet.

Her dark eyes, locked on the Human Realm, didn’t waver in the slightest.
I’ll destroy everything.
After all, the Demon King’s goal had always been to kill that human girl.

Strangely, no demon had yet succeeded in doing so. Now it was her turn.
She had never trusted the Duke of Dimensions—he was too new to their world.
Clack.

Bonnie stepped forward in her round-toed shoes.
From the tip of her toes, a ripple spread across the ground.
Soon, her feet began to sink beneath the surface. A path leading to the Human Realm unfolded beneath her.

***
It was a day like any other.
The afternoon sun was bright and clear.

Despite the beautiful weather, Magi continued to emerge somewhere in the world, and the unlucky lost their lives.
Knights desperately patrolled their surroundings.
Even around the Holy Palace, at least a few knights remained to stand guard at their posts.

Inside the sacred gates, priests and knights moved in groups, exchanging conversations heavy or light.
At that moment, Crescent was just about to head out of the Holy Palace. As always, she had to patrol her assigned area.
But ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) her mind was still full of what Meteor had told her the night before.

It’s literally a vessel that holds the presence of Ammas. The previous vessel lasted for hundreds of years, but eighteen years ago, it changed to someone else.
In other words, Ammas chose a single person to manifest in this world. That person is regarded as Ammas themself.
It still felt like she’d been smacked on the back of the head.

She had assumed Ammas was like Jesus or Buddha—just a symbolic figure, not something with a physical form.
It was shocking.
When she asked the Saints about the “vessel,” they gave her answers identical to Meteor’s.

But where is that vessel?
There were no clues.
She sighed without realizing it.

Maybe she should start praying to Ammas ten times a day from now on?
More than anything, she was growing curious about who that person could be. Were they still living among the people?
She was passing the temple fountain with that thought when—

The air changed.
The gentle breeze that had been blowing… stopped.
Flutter! A bird flapped its wings and shot into the sky. Its flight was clearly not ordinary.

The ground trembled slightly.
At that moment, the people around Crescent also sensed that something wasn’t right. Everyone’s gazes sharpened as they searched for the source of the ominous tension.
Then, as if from nowhere, someone appeared before their eyes.

A girl with short, black hair.
She looked to be around fifteen years old.
But the energy emanating from her body was in no way that of a child.

Even the bravest and most steadfast knights drew sharp breaths in an instant.
A demon!
And not just any ordinary demon.

Everyone instantly understood what she was.
The girl moved her lips to speak.