My Dad, the Demon King, Is a Big Problem

Chapter 124

Cyrillote, dead.

The image of his lifeless body flashed through Crescent’s mind.

And for some reason—

Her breath caught in her throat.

Why?

Wasn’t this exactly what she had wanted?

He was a demon. He had to die.

Yet, the moment she imagined him without life, a sharp tightness gripped her chest.

A faint smirk curled his lips.

It was pure mockery.

"Tch. You’re going to die here, Cyrill. Even if it’s not me, my comrades will kill you eventually."

And this time—I won’t hesitate.

Crescent couldn’t deny it—she had hesitated.

And that made her even angrier.

Right now, she wasn’t just furious at Cyrillote.

She was furious at herself.

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