The forest was cruelly silent.

Each step Meteor took felt heavier than the last, as if the oppressive stillness of the woods were pressing down on him.

It felt as though everything around him was mercilessly mocking him.@@novelbin@@

"This was in my house the day my dad became the Demon King."

"The Demon King has only one child—you."

He couldn’t even muster a bitter laugh.

The voice from the chapel had told him to focus on his suspicions, but he had never thought to take them seriously enough to imagine this outcome.

That Crescent might be the Demon King’s daughter?

It was beyond the realm of possibility.

Crescent, you're the Demon King’s daughter. How… how is that even possible?

Meteor was the heir of the Pluto family, the Holy Knights who had vanquished the Demon King 500 years ago.

His ancestors had defeated the Demon King.

And now, 500 years later, Cyrillote had concocted a potion to reunite the fragments of the Demon King’s soul, bringing him back to life.

And one of those soul fragments had fathered a child—Crescent.

Was this how it had all unfolded?

The weapon merchant had revived the Demon King, and Crescent was his daughter.

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