My Dad, the Demon King, Is a Big Problem

I stared at the system window, utterly dumbfounded.

The names Sylvester, Gabriella, and Astina were all familiar to me.

They were the saintly NPCs from the game Demon Realm Conquest.

During my previous life, when I had played the game, these characters would appear and offer advice.

Not only that, but they were popular with players because they bestowed cash or special items as rewards.

Sylvester, in particular, was a saintly character who had once been an ancient pope. He was so prestigious that lower-level players rarely encountered him. And yet…

What?

They had been waiting eagerly for me to finish the tutorial?

"You’ve got to be kidding me! You erased my memories and put a child through hell, and now this? If I was stuck in a game, you could’ve at least warned me!"

<‘Dragon Slayer Sylvester’ says he did inform you, but your memory was erased afterward.>

"Why would you do that?!"

<‘Yuri-loving Druid Gabriella’ says it’s more impactful if you experience everything without knowing.>

<‘From Maid to Saintess—Astina’ reassures you that memory erasure was the best way to fully become Crescent Delight.>

“Wow! You psychopaths!”

Despite my outburst, the system window remained silent.

Thinking back, I vaguely remembered agreeing to the memory wipe, but what good was that now? It wasn’t like I’d had much of a choice—it had essentially been forced on me.

I felt betrayed, even by my past self.

<‘Dragon Slayer Sylvester’ apologizes, saying that experiencing everything vividly like a real person strengthens your motivation.>

How could they say that when they had no idea how much pain I went through after losing my dad?

I could sense the awkwardness radiating from the system’s patrons as I sulked.

Well, if their goal was to make me truly believe I was Crescent by erasing my memories, then congratulations—they’d succeeded.

My mind was already filled with only one thought: saving my dad.

The system’s presence had confirmed it for me—I was indeed the daughter of the Great Demon King Baal. And in his final moments, he had longed for me.

Somewhere deep in his heart, my dad—the real Lloyd Delight—still existed.

I have to find Dad. I’ll bring him back to the way he was.

Not only would I save my dad, but I’d save the world too.

The thought calmed me slightly.

But I knew this plan went completely against the original story—it was an absurd path in this world’s framework.

I wiped my tears, stood up, and glared at the system window.

“I’m seriously mad. Do you realize I spent twelve miserable years as a struggling child? How dare you take my dad away and give him back only to snatch him again? You’d better… give me some compensation!”

It better be something good, you so-called saints!

<…>

“Why are you so quiet? I’ve endured abuse, neglect, and starvation as a child without even knowing it was a tutorial! The entire village ostracized me, called me the Demon King’s daughter, and even threw rocks at me! I lost count of the days I went hungry. Honestly, if I had just died sooner, I could’ve finished the tutorial faster!”

I had fought tooth and nail to survive, just so I could meet my dad again.

And in the end, I died trying to save the male protagonist who had killed my father.

“And another thing—!”

<‘Dragon Slayer Sylvester’ wipes away cold sweat.>

<‘Yuri-loving Druid Gabriella’ argues that you agreed to the setup, so there’s no need for compensation beyond the standard tutorial rewards.>

"What did you just say?!"

<‘Yuri-loving Druid Gabriella’ concedes that since you endured the tutorial better than expected, they’ll consider an appropriate bonus reward.>

<‘Dragon Slayer Sylvester,’ ‘Yuri-loving Druid Gabriella,’ and ‘From Maid to Saintess—Astina’ put their heads together!>

Good! That’s the least they can do!

“And don’t think you can brush me off with something lame…”

I let my tears well up as I added to my plea for sympathy.

Finally, the system window reappeared.

<5 billion cash has been added!>

<10 teleportation tickets have been added!>

<1 Patron Wish Ticket has been added!>

These were the basic rewards I should’ve received anyway.

“What? 20 billion?!”

I rubbed my eyes and opened them wide to double-check.

<10 more teleportation tickets have been added!>

<300 additional job options have been unlocked!>

“What is this?!”

The extravagant rewards were making my head spin.

Having played this game countless times in my past life, I knew how absurdly generous these bonuses were.

Even the daughter of the game company’s CEO wouldn’t get treatment like this.

And it wasn’t over yet.

“Wow…”

At last, the reward distribution was complete.

I was speechless.

Never had I expected the system to shower me with such abundant rewards.

The fact that I wouldn’t have to worry about stamina or malnutrition for three years was especially reassuring. At least now, I wouldn’t have to live in constant fear of dying.

<‘Dragon Slayer Sylvester’ smugly asks if you’re satisfied.>

<‘Yuri-loving Druid Gabriella’ says it’s all thanks to your resilience during the twelve-year tutorial.>

<‘Yuri-loving Druid Gabriella’ adds that the bonus includes recognition for saving the male protagonist, which was unexpected.>

<‘From Maid to Saintess—Astina’ applauds the unprecedented bonus rewards!>

“Thank you! You truly are Guardian Saints!”

I clasped my hands together politely and gave them a grateful smile.

Just seeing the number 25 billion cash made me feel full already. At this point, I was filthy rich. Surely, I was the youngest billionaire in this world.

Knowing that money would no longer be an obstacle gave me confidence.

As I reviewed the rewards list again, something occurred to me.

“By the way, Saints…”

<‘Dragon Slayer Sylvester’ looks curious.>

“That Patron Wish Ticket—can I use it now? My wish is simple. Bring my dad back. That’s all I want…”

<‘Yuri-loving Druid Gabriella’ regretfully informs you that such a wish is impossible.>

<‘From Maid to Saintess—Astina’ offers to give you more cash instead.>

“…”

I knew it wouldn’t be that easy.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, I mumbled, “Oh, it’s not like I really expected it to work. Thank you anyway…”

I forced a small smile. At the very least, the rewards were substantial enough to soften the blow.

***

After a thorough shower of rewards that felt like a refreshing soda bath, I finally allowed myself a moment of satisfaction.

The 25 billion cash and other bonuses I received felt like a kind of life insurance payout. However, they didn’t erase the pain and suffering I endured over the past years.

What they did provide was a sense of relief—knowing that the journey to find and save my dad would now be much easier.

That alone was a tremendous source of strength for me in this moment.

Leaving the gaping hole in the wall behind, I climbed up to the second floor.

“It’s been four years since I’ve been here, huh?”

It had been so long.

Just moments ago, it felt like the house was still filled with traces of the happy life Dad and I had shared together.

Finally, I entered Dad’s room.

Compared to my room, it was far simpler and smaller. Like Dad himself, the room was neat and spotless.

I remembered once asking him why his room was so bare. What had he said?

“Dad doesn’t need anything but our little Crescent.”

That’s what he’d said.

He always said things like that, as if it was his mantra.

Tears welled up as I bit my lip to hold them back. Slowly, I opened his closet.

Inside, there were only about five outfits hanging—his outdoor clothes.

As a child, I’d thought Dad simply wasn’t interested in clothes. But that wasn’t it. He didn’t buy anything for himself because he wanted to spend more on me.

“Dad…”

At last, the tears burst forth. Hugging one of his jackets tightly, I buried my face into it and sobbed.