My Dad, the Demon King, Is a Big Problem

Cyrillote’s expression froze for a moment.

The child before him showed no fear at the mention of the Demon King’s return. If anything, she dismissed it entirely—casually claiming that he’d just die again and should stay dead.

A hollow laugh escaped him.

And at that moment, a long-forgotten memory resurfaced in my mind.

This exact scene.

The sight of Cyrillote’s strange little smile brought it all back.

This memory had been buried for years.

I was startled. After this day, I had thought about that strange boy for quite some time.

Wait… that weird kid was Cyrillote?!

I had been baffled for days.

It wasn’t just that he had grabbed a snake with his bare hands to save it instead of me. Or that he had spouted nonsense about the Demon King returning.

Back then, I had dismissed him as a completely deranged kid.

And since crazy people don’t fade from memory so easily, I’d probably thought about it for a while before it eventually disappeared from my mind.

But now, looking at him, I finally realized.

That odd little boy had been Cyrillote all along.

“Ahem!”

Suddenly, Cyrillote let out a loud cough, snapping me back to the moment.

“The Demon King is extremely powerful, you know? Last time, he was just unlucky, but he’ll definitely return soon.”

…Had turning into a child also regressed his brain?

What was he doing, talking to a six-year-old about this?

Little me sighed, clearly exasperated.

“Ugh, whatever. Let him come back. He’ll just die all over again. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“…No matter what, the Demon King will return. Just wait and see. Your life will change completely when that day comes.”

“…Huh?”