My Dad, the Demon King, Is a Big Problem-Chapter 108

The moment that scene unfolded, Baal's eyes narrowed sharply.

Marletta plunged into the lava without any resistance, melting away before she could even scream.

Soon, the image from the dimensional portal disappeared.

Prima, standing with his back to the obsidian peaks, spoke.

"It’s confirmed now."

Baal fixed his sharp gaze on the spot where the image had just been.

Disappointment flickered in his expression, mixed with confusion.

Cyrillote was a lunatic who had spent five centuries obsessively developing potions to resurrect him.

His loyalty to the Demon King was unmatched—so extreme that even other demons were left speechless. By all appearances, Cyrillote was the most devoted to Baal in the entire Demon Realm.

And yet, Cyrillote had disobeyed him.

More specifically, he had eliminated the demons Baal had ordered to kill Crescent.

What could his true motives be?

Baal’s brow twitched slightly.

"I thought he was my loyal dog, but it seems I was wrong."

Cyrillote had been instrumental in Baal’s return, his efforts unparalleled among demons.

But Baal felt no particular gratitude. It was merely something that had ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ to be done—if not by Cyrillote, then by someone else.

Prima, sensing the lingering question in Baal’s heart, offered his thoughts.

"The reason is simple. He wants to protect her. Recognizing that she is Your Majesty’s progeny, he can’t bear to let her die. After all, isn’t he the one who admires Your Majesty above all?"

Prima’s tone was calm as he watched Baal.

Letting Cyrillote continue his actions would undoubtedly lead to minor inconveniences—already, several high-ranking demons had been killed.

While not a significant loss to Baal, it was an irritation akin to a splinter beneath the nail.

Would Baal decide to eliminate Cyrillote, then?

Prima hoped he would.

Cyrillote had resurrected the Demon King, plunging humanity into fear and taking Crescent’s father away from her.

For that alone, he deserved death.

More importantly, Crescent herself wished for Cyrillote’s demise.

Prima could have handled Cyrillote himself, but there was no need to rush. If an easier path presented itself, why not wait?

Baal clicked his tongue at Prima’s words.

"How foolish. The one demon who accomplished something meaningful now digs his own grave."

Rebellion against the Demon King could only lead to death.

Baal decided it was time to summon Cyrillote. There was no longer any need to observe—now was the time to execute him.

Moments later, Cyrillote appeared before them.

He glanced around briefly, his gaze settling on Prima standing beside the Demon King.

Their eyes met.

Cyrillote raised an eyebrow slightly, his expression anything but friendly. After a brief glance, he looked away.

"You summoned me, Your Majesty."

Despite his composed words, Cyrillote’s face lit up as he spoke.

It was always this way when he faced Baal—the one being he revered so deeply that he had dedicated five centuries to his resurrection.

Even so, Baal’s expression remained as cold as ever.

"Cyrillote Eldorette."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Cyrillote stepped closer to Baal, his admiration even greater since the Demon King’s return.

Although Baal’s refusal to acknowledge Crescent as his daughter troubled him, Cyrillote accepted that she wouldn’t exist without Baal.

"Do you know?" Baal began, his voice low. "For years now, reports have been coming in about the disappearance of high-ranking demons. Investigations always return the same result—they’re dead."

"Is that so," Cyrillote replied evenly.

His calm response drew a wry smile from Baal.

"Those dead demons all shared one thing in common: they were given orders by me."

"..."

This time, Cyrillote remained silent. He likely knew what Baal was implying.

An intriguing thought occurred to Baal. Depending on Cyrillote’s reaction, he would decide how to proceed.

Adjusting his posture, Baal leaned forward slightly.

"Curious, isn’t it? Any demon who receives a task from me ends up dead. Clearly, someone is interfering. And it must be someone quite high-ranking."

Cyrillote met Baal’s gaze without flinching.

He knew the Demon King’s accusations were aimed directly at him.

For years, Baal had sent demons to kill Crescent. Not one had succeeded.

Because Cyrillote had eliminated them all.

There were so many that Cyrillote had lost count.

Was Baal only now realizing it was him?

He could deny it—feign ignorance.

But Cyrillote had no intention of doing so.

"I suspected you would summon me regarding this matter eventually. It seems today is that day."

"So, you won’t even deny it."

"How could I hide such a thing from Your Majesty?"

It was inevitable that he would be found out.

He hadn’t killed the demons without considering this possibility.

In fact, Baal had taken surprisingly long to call him out.

The crimson gleam in Baal’s eyes hardened further.

"I don’t care why you killed them. What matters is that you dared to interfere with my orders. You must realize there’s no escape from the consequences of such defiance."

"Of course."

It was an undeniable truth.

Defying the Demon King meant certain death. There was no way around it.

Noticing Cyrillote’s composure, Prima’s gaze narrowed slightly in suspicion.

Why had Cyrillote, knowing full well he would be caught and killed, continued to oppose Baal?

Baal let out a small laugh, seemingly sharing Prima’s sentiment.

"Did you think resurrecting me would grant you impunity? That I would forgive you?"

"I wouldn’t dare expect forgiveness. If I must die, then I will accept my punishment. However, before that, grant me one last opportunity to prove my loyalty."

"...?"

Baal frowned, his crimson eyes narrowing.

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"I have no interest in your so-called loyalty," he said coldly, rising from his seat.

Standing tall, he looked down at Cyrillote with a menacing gleam in his eyes.

Proving loyalty was something Baal had to allow. And he had no intention of letting Cyrillote act on his own whims any longer.

"If proving loyalty was necessary, I would have demanded it. Keep your mouth shut and accept your death with humility."

Baal raised his hand, aiming it directly at Cyrillote.

Would this truly be the end of the Duke of Time?

Prima’s pupils dilated slightly in surprise.

Was it really going to end like this?

Yet Prima couldn’t shake a lingering question: why had Cyrillote been willing to sacrifice himself to protect Crescent?

He had his suspicions, but hearing it from Cyrillote directly would be different.

Could it be...?

Prima frowned at the sudden thought. Perhaps it was better not to hear anything and let him die.

"Your Majesty."

Killing intent surged from Baal, enveloping Cyrillote and constricting his throat.

Lloyd didn’t intervene. While Cyrillote may have saved Crescent, he was also the one who had revived Baal. He deserved to die.

Soon, Cyrillote would be no more.

A twisted grin spread across Baal’s lips, as if relishing the moment.

Then Cyrillote spoke.

"I will undo all the harm I have caused. To prove my devotion, I will kill the daughter born from Your Majesty’s being."

"..."

The murderous aura receded, folding back into Baal’s hand.

His crimson eyes glimmered with a sinister light.

For once, Cyrillote had said something that piqued his interest.