I suddenly thought of 13-year-old teor again. Could that teor still be struggling to save the world at this mont? Probably lanting the loss of the crucial clue—the death of the Demon King’s daughter.
Though my life during the tutorial loop ended in vain trying to save him, it wasn’t entirely bad. I never reunited with Dad, but at least the male lead survived. That should an the Demon King would eventually be eradicated, right?
In this life, I vowed to survive, et Dad again, and protect peace.
teor’s voice continued to resonate in my mind.
“You may not know this, but only thirteen noble families in the world are born with divine power. And most of them are n. No woman has been born with divine power in the last 150 years.”
I already knew that.
So, I could guess what teor was trying to say.
“And a Holy Knight must possess divine power.”
“Hmm.”
Of course. He assud I didn’t have divine power.
He wasn’t wrong. I wasn’t born with divine power, and in this world, there’s no way to gain it later in life. However, thanks to the system, I managed to beco a Holy Knight and acquired divine power.
And not just any divine power—I had a whopping level 17 holy energy.
“That’s why the idea of you becoming a Holy Knight is utterly ridiculous, don’t you think?”
“Hmm.”
When I humd in response twice, teor frowned slightly.
“I don’t get your ambiguous reaction. You probably said you wanted to beco a Holy Knight without fully understanding what it ans, right?”
He shook his head and got up from the dining table, signaling the end of our conversation.
Watching him leave, I scratched my nose idly.
‘Just wait and see.’
Once it becos known that I possess divine power, even the High Priest will co running to take in.
Right now, I was eagerly anticipating that mont.
***
anwhile, in the tutorial world where everyone still rembered the Delight family...
Two weeks had passed since the pink-haired girl had vanished along with the Magi.
But the world continued as if nothing had happened.
Holy Knights busied themselves purging Magi from all corners of the land, while people continued to suffer casualties from the ceaseless ergence of new Magi.
The only change was that the search for the Demon King’s daughter had been called off.
Sigh.
teor returned to his dormitory at the Holy Palace after another exhausting day of Magi extermination.
His face was as expressionless as it had been while chanically destroying Magi. Ever since the girl’s death, he had been in this state.
Though his daily routine remained unchanged, he felt nothing—no emotions, no clarity.
He had no idea what he was supposed to feel.
Sitting in the quiet of his room, teor leaned back in his chair. When he closed his eyes, thoughts of the girl inevitably surfaced.
At first, everyone mourned her death. She might have been the key to defeating the Demon King, yet she had fallen to the Magi in vain.
Losing the vital clue that was "the Demon King’s daughter" was a great loss.
But soon, people forgot about Crescent.
Only teor remained unable to move on from her death.
For two years, he had pursued Crescent Delight. There wasn’t a single day during those two years when he didn’t think of the Demon King’s daughter.
Finally eting her, only for her to vanish from the world so quickly, left him devastated.
‘She sacrificed herself to save ….’
How could that be?
teor was confused.
Even if she was the Demon King’s daughter… No, precisely because she was the Demon King’s daughter, how could she die saving him?
He had been searching for her to capture her and confine her in the Holy Palace, yet he ended up owing her his life.
It made no sense.
Was she really dead?
teor didn’t want to believe it.
Ordinary people vanish without a trace the mont they are consud by Magi.
Was it really the sa for her?
The Magi that consud her wasn’t even high-tier; it was a low-tier Magi that wasn’t connected to the Demon Realm, and it had been destroyed on the spot.
‘But she’s not an ordinary person—she’s the Demon King’s daughter.’
The idea that the Demon King’s daughter could disappear into Magi seed absurd.
The contradiction only deepened teor’s confusion. Eventually, he rose from his chair and began pacing his room.
He couldn’t accept the fact that soone had died in his place.
He was soone who saved others from danger, not soone who survived through another’s sacrifice.
So, he couldn’t just forget Crescent Delight.
As the Demon King’s daughter, she might not have perished within the Magi. Perhaps she had been drawn into the Demon Realm through it.
The sudden possibility sparked hope in teor.
‘...Yes, I need to go to the Demon Realm.’
Even if everyone else had given up on finding the Demon King’s daughter, he couldn’t stop.
With a newfound purpose, teor left his room.
As the empty room grew eerily silent, an unknown presence seed to be watching from an unreachable height, gazing down at the vacant space.
They tilted their heads simultaneously, puzzled by the absence of an occupant.
The saints fell silent for a mont, still tilting their heads in unison.
The tutorial was supposed to be just that—a tutorial.
Without the protagonist, Crescent, the tutorial world shouldn’t exist. Even if they didn’t manually shut it down, it should have ended on its own.
And yet, the tutorial world continued as if nothing had happened.
It was clear that sothing had defied the fundantal settings.
The saints could only conclude one thing: there had been a change that overturned the basic rules.
The other saints seed to agree, nodding at Gabriella’s suggestion. The prospect of teor causing chaos was unexpectedly intriguing.
It seed like an unexpected spectacle was about to unfold.
It had been over two weeks since I arrived at the Pluto Ducal House.
Lavish food, kind servants, and new dresses and shoes filling my wardrobe every day…
“This is too much!”
I couldn’t hide my shock at the sheer number of dresses delivered with the latest order.
Each dress, tailored to my size, ca in an array of designs.
There were simple outfits for casual outings, elegant tea party dresses, dazzling evening gowns for grand banquets, and even charming everyday wear.
All made by top-tier designers, the dresses sparkled with exquisite details and shone with luxury.
The ornate ones were brimming with ruffles, dense floral decorations, and a dazzling array of embellishnts.
Despite the nurous clothes I already owned, Lady Rearwin Pluto clearly didn’t think it was enough.
As I stood speechless, Rearwin covered her mouth with a graceful laugh.
“Isn’t it irresistible how adorable little girls’ dresses are? I couldn’t help but buy so many when I imagined you wearing them, Crescent. Hoho.”
“Ahaha, thank you.”
I forced an awkward smile, trying my best to conceal my discomfort.
No, this isn’t right.
Please don’t treat this well…!
“Um, really, I only need a few practical outfits to wear.”
“Oh my, Crescent, you’re so modest.”
It wasn’t modesty—it was guilt! I couldn’t accept so much as the Demon King’s daughter living in a Holy Knight family!
Rearwin walked over and patted my head.
“You don’t need to be frugal anymore, Crescent. Don’t hold back—wear what you want, eat what you like, and indulge yourself in everything!”
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