The Narrow-Eyed Villain of the Demon Academy
chapter-33-1

After Idea's class, the lessons continued in order.

The second class was a theory class.

We could learn about the history of the Demon Realm and the weaknesses of humans.

……In the process, I realized that both the Demons and humans have vital areas as their weaknesses.

Other than that, since it was the first class, there was nothing memorable.

I guess this is normal for the first class.

It seems that Idea was a special case.

Or perhaps, it's a reflection of the Demon Realm's circumstances, where revenge is prepared so hastily.

Anyway.

That wasn't important.

Soon, the break time came.

Fron, her face flushed red, was looking at me.

"You bastard, did you see that?"

Moisture filled her eyes.

When I saw her shoulders trembling faintly, a feeling of compassion suddenly surged up.

Perhaps it would be better to tell a white lie than to tell the truth.

Shakily.

I shook my head.

But Fron got angry instead.

"Don't lie!"

……I had nothing to say.

What the hell do you want me to do?

I also tried to say something, but I pressed my forehead tightly.

I'm an adult, so I'll put up with it.

Not only that, but I didn't want to pick a fight with her.

It's true that Fron was badly beaten by Idea's human soldiers.

However, Idea's class was designed to be impossible to pass from the beginning.

It must have been a class that was deliberately set up to make them taste the bitterness of defeat once.

Since it was such a class in the first place, it wasn't something to be so concerned about.

Of course, it must have been quite horrible to fail after having all your expectations on you.

Above all else,

'It must have been like their first defeat.'

Would the precious children of a high-ranking family have ever fought before?

That's why these spoiled brats are no good.

Well, I'm talking about when I was their age.

As soon as I possessed Adel, I had to show off my incredible skills by overpowering the knights and escaping to the Demon Realm.

The result is the me you see now.

As expected, you grow as much as you roll around. Compared to that, these kids these days...

'Their basics aren't there.'

Tsk, tsk.

I clicked my tongue inwardly and asked.

"Is that all you wanted to say? Class is about to start, so please move out of the way."

"Wh-what?!"

Fron's face flushed even redder with shame.

She seemed bewildered by my words and actions, as if I was saying that she was annoying.

It was true that I found her annoying, so I didn’t bother to correct her misunderstanding.

Actually, there was nothing to misunderstand.

Unable to bear my pitiful gaze, Fron clenched her fists and said,

“On the subject of slaves…!”

“A weakling who’s even lower than a slave dares to wag her tongue.”

I retorted lightly.

Zap.

At the same time, a sharp gaze turned towards me, but I ignored it.

I averted my gaze from Fron and turned my head to look out the window.

The sunlight is unusually warm today.

I was lost in thought when I suddenly felt a murderous aura and shivered.

‘Who is it this time?’

I assessed the situation.

Fron had already returned to her seat and was basking in the flattery of the other students.

Then the owner of this murderous aura is…

I sharpened my senses.

The source of the gaze was in the seat behind me.

I slowly turned around to see Samuel glaring at me with his dark, sunken eyes.

‘What’s his problem again?’

I was already at my wit’s end with just Fron and Baltan.

And now, even Samuel was showing hostility towards me.

What on earth did I do wrong?

Was it because I was the only one who passed the first class?

‘If you think about it for a moment, you’ll realize it’s a difference in ability.’

I didn’t mean a difference in skill.

I simply meant a difference in talent.

I have a talent for ‘assassination.’

On the other hand, Samuel uses magic that can deal widespread damage.

So it’s only natural that I would have the advantage in the first class due to our compatibility.

Anyway, there are more things to worry about.

‘But is this okay?’

I felt like something had gone wrong from the beginning.

I recalled my initial purpose.

My main purpose in entering Sytan was to recruit promising candidates and make them my allies.

But one of them kept picking fights with me, and the other was trying to enslave me.

And now, a guy who looked like he wanted to kill me had been added to the mix.

Is this really the right way to go about it…?

For now, I felt the need to create a sense of camaraderie with them.

‘A way to get close to them.’

Is there anything good?

After a moment of contemplation, I came up with a method.

After all, impressions are important.

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