It's Troublesome That My Doting Dad Became A Villain

It wasn’t just because I’d obtained a material for the Killing Soul Blade.

Meteor’s presence itself was making me feel… a little shaken.
It wasn’t the right time for this, and the atmosphere was dead silent, so why was I like this?
I gave my head a small shake and forced myself to speak before the moment passed.

“Thank you, Meteor.”
I took the Soul Thorn from him. It was heavier than I expected.
Up close, it looked even more unreal.

Finally.
Finally, I had the Soul Thorn…!
Ding!

Now, what was the second material?
What do I need to look for next?

“?”
What?

My eyes widened to their limit.
Whose hair?
Ammas?

Were the saints seriously telling me to get a strand of hair from the god Ammas? Really? Saints??
Ding!
<‘Dragon Slayer Sylvester’ confirms it’s true. He assures you it’s not an impossible material to obtain.>
Excuse me?

That’s like telling me to go pluck a nose hair from Jesus or Buddha and then calling it “not impossible.”
Absolutely ridiculous.
Does a strand of hair from the god Ammas even actually exist in this world?

Was there something I didn’t know?
Well, they wouldn’t send me after something that didn’t exist at all… So I guess I’ll have to look into it.
‘Maybe it’s a symbolic object with the name “a strand of Ammas’s hair.”’

There’s no way I’m literally pulling it from his head.
Just as I convinced myself with that logic—
“Lucky for us, huh?”

Meteor’s voice came out of nowhere, and I lifted my head. His voice held a hint of regret.
“Glad it was me and not that demon. If you’d thanked him like that, I wouldn’t have been too happy. After all, you’re our Saint.”
“….”

I didn’t know what to do with myself.
I could fully understand how he felt.
As a Holy Knight, the sight of a Saint cozying up to a demon must’ve been intolerable.

Even though I was the Demon King’s daughter, he still acknowledged the fact that I was also a Saint.
“You’re right. If I’d ended up owing Prima, I would’ve felt awful. I’m really glad you were the one who found the Soul Thorn.”
I smiled, albeit a little awkwardly, as I said it.

Meteor just looked at me in silence.
The air between us felt a little tense, a little uncomfortable—but that didn’t last long.
“Well. Looks like I wasn’t the lucky one this time.”

Another voice—identical to Meteor’s—cut in.
Of course. It had to be Prima.
I turned toward the voice, and sure enough, there he was, standing nearby. His face hidden beneath his hood, he looked like a grim reaper.

Meteor’s gaze sharpened as he eyed Prima.
Prima casually opened his mouth again.
“Crescent, I’m a little disappointed. I didn’t get the chance to give you a bouquet.”

“Why would you be disappointed? I’m happier receiving something from a human than from a demon. And for the record, it’s not a bouquet.”
“Ouch. That’s a little harsh for a demon to hear. Should I remind you again why I became one?”
“….”

Hey, come on…
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You can’t just bring up your tragic backstory like that—it makes me look like the bad guy.

Especially in front of Meteor. His eyes narrowed even more, as if something didn’t sit right with him.
Before that suspicion could grow, I quickly cleared my throat.
“Ahem! Anyway, we found the Soul Thorn, so let’s go, yeah?”

There was one more thing I had to find in the human world now.
I gave Prima a pointed look—one that clearly said, Hurry up and send us back already.
Of course, I could return to the human world on my own, but I couldn’t use demonic power in front of Meteor.

Prima curled his lips into a twisted smile.
“Can’t say I’m thrilled about sending you back together. I’ll split you two up.”
“!”

What the hell is he talking about now—?!
Just as I opened my mouth to protest, darkness swallowed my vision.
The return to the human world happened in an instant.

***
Meteor returned to the human world, carrying a weighty sense of unease.
Where… am I?

He looked around. It was somewhere near the Holy Palace, but no one else was in sight.
Just like the Duke of Dimensions said—he’d been separated from Crescent.
Tch.

A sigh slipped out, full of disbelief.
What a bizarre guy.
This whole Magi event had been strange from beginning to end.

That Magi wasn’t even created to harm humans. It had been crafted by the Duke of Dimensions for the express purpose of helping Crescent get what she wanted.
So then… why bring him along?
If the goal had just been to hand the Soul Thorn to Crescent, there was no need to bring Meteor too.

Why was he involved?
He remembered the words the Duke had said:
“Meteor Pluto. I wanted to see you at least once. After all, you and my Crescent were once family.”

Was… that really the reason?
Because they had once been legally recognized as siblings?
He couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d been used.

The Duke of Dimensions had brought him along solely to show off his relationship with Crescent.
To flaunt how special she was to him.
As if trying to provoke him on purpose.

What a freak.
But the most outrageous part—the part that had him reeling—was that their voices were exactly the same.
Not just the voices.

Though hidden under a hood, his lips and jawline had looked identical to Meteor’s.
Who the hell was that guy?
Could they be… related?

Haunted by the thought, Meteor returned to the temple.
Click. He opened the wardrobe in his room—the only one he had.
He looked into the mirror attached to the wardrobe and met his own reflection.

His eyes lingered on his lips and jawline.
Raising a hand, he covered his own eyes in the mirror.
The lower half of his face—was identical to the Duke of Dimensions.

“Hah…”
A bitter laugh escaped him before he could stop it.
That bastard… What is he?

Who the hell is he?
Why does he look exactly like me?
There’s no way he’s my mother’s son—no way.

So why do we look the same?
Could it really just be the lower face and the voice?
He didn’t think so.

“Why don’t you show yourself properly, Duke of Dimensions?”
Stop hiding behind a hood and just show your damn face.
It was obvious that he and Crescent were keeping something from him. Anyone could tell. They pretended like the voices weren’t identical when they clearly were.

Just as he was glaring into ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ the mirror—
“Oh dear.”
His reflection in the mirror moved its lips.

Meteor hadn’t said a word, but he heard his own voice.
His reflection’s mouth curled up into a faint smile. It was… almost intriguing.
He was staring into his own eyes in the mirror—but now, they weren’t his anymore.

It was the form of someone else who looked exactly like him.
And now, that demon was standing before him again—this quickly.
As far as demonic appearances go, it was oddly welcome.

No need for pleasantries. Meteor cut straight to the point.
“Why do you look like me?”
A demon, no less.

The demon smirked as if it were amusing.
“I don’t look like you. You look like me. If anything, you’re the one with my face.”
“Cut the crap. Tell me the truth.”

He had zero intention of exchanging jokes with a demon.
Meteor’s pale blue eyes gleamed fiercely.
But the Duke of Dimensions remained as composed as ever.

“What’s it like—seeing your face four years from now?”
“….”