My Dad, the Demon King, Is a Big Problem

Don’t let it shake you.

Just watch as if it doesn’t concern you.

Meteor repeated that thought in his mind.

After all, who was he? The descendant of one of history’s greatest warriors. Why should he be anxious about the Demon King’s daughter getting hurt? That made no sense.

And yet…

The idea of Crescent falling to that demon’s hands didn’t sit right with him either.

Fortunately, she hadn’t sustained any serious damage. She landed gracefully, coming to a firm stand as though the attack had never happened. The knights around them exhaled, as if they had narrowly avoided a heart attack.

But one knight—Adrian—still looked completely beside himself.@@novelbin@@

"Your Eminence, are you sure we shouldn’t assist Crescent? I’m really worried."

"Worried? Look at her. She’s still standing, isn’t she?"

"Haah…"

Adrian sighed, shifting his weight anxiously.

Meteor, however, kept his expression neutral.

Then—

Crescent lowered her sword.

At that moment, holy power surged along the blade, wrapping around it like a blinding radiance.

A brilliant glow.

As always, divine power manifested in light—but something felt different.

Meteor sensed it first.

Then, slowly, the other knights began to notice it too.

This wasn’t the same holy power Crescent usually wielded.

No—it was still her power, but it had become something far greater.