NOVPUBOne and a half hours quietly passed.
The Demon King’s Restaurant in the evening, the lights flickering in the darkness like a dream, emitted an aura of nobility and unique magic power.
Accompanied by the delicate melody of the restaurant’s instruments, Lanci and Hyperion wrapped up their dinner.
The two reluctantly left the restaurant, as though they were leaving a dream and returning to reality.
Even though Hyperion had unwittingly immersed herself in the atmosphere of the Demon World.
But it wasn’t until she walked out of the glass doors of the restaurant that she realized, the foreboding sensation of her bloodline awakening made her feel yet another step farther from her humanity.
In the empty corridor.
Lanci walked ahead, casually as if on a stroll.
Hyperion followed behind, dragging a gift box that looked like a coffin.
On either side of the hallway traced grand skylights through which every star in the Demon World sky could be seen clearly.
Stars sprinkled their light across the corridor, which was slightly tilted, making it look like a crystal bridge connecting the stars to the earth.
Despite the beauty, the two figures in the scene were quite striking.
Inside the coffin-like gift box, the Silver Hair Demon lay peacefully.
His existence was like a cold jewel, assigned a deceptively honorable resting place.
The corridor, bathed in the lights and starlight, mirrored a tranquil glow.
This corridor would lead all the way to the academic area, their next destination.
Even though they’d have to wait a while for the corridor to connect with the academic area again, this wait, to them, was a rare pleasure.
In such a corridor, they could leisurely admire the Demon World’s starry sky that couldn’t be seen in the human world.
Lanci and Hyperion had no plan to visit the other functional areas of the corridor for the time being.
Because if they wandered off, their navigation demon Bachel might not be able to find them when the next break came around.
Hyperion placed the coffin of the Silver Hair Demon at the end of the corridor.
This spot seemed especially quiet compared to the rest of the corridor, with only the gentle glow of the Demon World’s stars casting down around them.
The two sat side by side and began to count their spoils.
A mere sweep resulted in a handful of Credit Coins.
"A bountiful harvest, good people really do get rewarded!"
Lanci excitedly proclaimed.
It seemed they could enjoy themselves in the functional area before their return to the human world.
"Indeed, indeed."
Listening to his words, the corners of Hyperion’s mouth lifted slightly in subtle frustration, her tone playfully humoring him. 𝓃𝓸𝓋𝓹𝓾𝓫.𝒸ℴ𝓶
She always felt a certain helplessness when following Lanci, akin to the feeling of taking care of a child.
Once she completed the thorough looting of the Silver Hair Demon’s inheritance.
The expression on both Lanci and Hyperion’s faces gradually turned into surprise.
"That’s not right... this guy’s too wealthy…."
It wasn’t until they took a good look at the looted Credit Coins that they realized.
The Credit Coins of the Silver Hair Demon were actually all in units of ten!
The black gold coins marked with special symbols seemed to twinkle in the starlight; each of these coins could be exchanged for ten Credit Coins or used directly as a single ten Credit Coin.
Which means the Silver Hair Demon’s Credit Coins were actually tenfold of what Lanci initially assumed when he began to loot the body.
Lanci shifted his gaze to another item found in the inner pocket of the Silver Hair Demon.
It was a black seal etched with intricate patterns, the shell of the seal resembled a dark jewel, smooth and cold to touch.
"...."
Lanci ventured to understand if this was a magic tool, however, even Lanci himself struggled to discern its actual function.
Lastly, he looked at the identification found on the Silver Hair Demon’s body, his glance growing more doubtful.
"Why does he not have a student ID, but rather... a Demon King’s Castle ID?"
Lanci’s murmurs echoed in the empty hallway, causing waves in the still air.
...
Meanwhile, in another place.
The meeting room on the top floor of Purgatory Corridor Academy was adorned entirely in profound purple walls, delicate and ancient engravings reflected a heavy mythological ambiance.
The towering ceiling shed faint starlight, casting shadows and specks of stardust in every corner of the room.
A massive round table was at the center, encircled by several senior professors, each of their faces filled with worry and seriousness.
Their figures blended within the dim starlight, creating an oppressive feeling which made the air in the room seem frozen. Even the smallest sounds seemed to cause intense vibrations.
The vice-principal sat in the main seat, worry lines etched deep into his brows, without uttering a word.
He glanced around the room at each professor, his voice heavy as he said:
"Professors, the special envoy dispatched by the Demon King’s castle should be arriving at our school soon."
"However, according to the principal, this envoy is good at disguising and infiltrating. He may pose as a student or teacher and directly enter the school to observe and investigate."
"During the principal’s absence, we must continue to strictly obey the rules. We mustn’t accidentally offend the special envoy of the Demon King."
As soon as the vice-principal finished speaking, the other professors nodded but remained silent.
They knew that what really stressed the vice-principal wasn’t this envoy from Demon King’s Castle.
But rather another individual who was about to arrive at the academy, a more troublesome person — the Blood Clan’s Messenger.
The vice-principal’s palm rubbed his forehead, seeming utterly fatigued, his breath laced out like winter’s mist, instantly absorbed by the air.
He raised his head, his gaze looking ahead, his tone weak, as if he was talking to himself, or seeking answers from the professors:
"The pressure from the Education Bureau of the Demon Realm is too great, the Blood Clan’s Messenger is soon to arrive in Purgatory City. If the Blood Clan’s Messenger finds out there really is a human that sneaked into our academy, a violation of the ’North-South Pact’, we’re all in big trouble."
The North-South Pact, also known as the "Blood Clan and Demon Race Non-Interference Pact".
At this turbulent time, the southern elite Blood Clan governs and leaves kingdoms of humans submerged, the kings of many human kingdoms are slaves to the Blood Clan.
The northern Demon Race, on the other hand, is relatively weaker in front of the Blood Clan, merely surviving by controlling glaciated territories of the far north.
In relation to any affairs between the Blood Clan and humans, the Demon Race must maintain a neutral attitude; this is the basic condition preventing the Blood Clan from taking hostile action against the Demon Race.
However, at present.
The Blood Clan began suspecting that the Demon Race was trying to disrupt this balance secretly.
The root of the problem.
Earlier, there had been a ridiculous rumor circulating in the Demon World —
It was said that the Blood Clan found humans suspected of disguising themselves as demons, presumptuously aiming to infiltrate the Demon World to steal knowledge of the demons.
Initially, the Demon Race didn’t believe it.
It was more often that demons tried to disguise themselves as humans.
Never had a human tried to disguise as a demon in return.
Until later on.
The Duke of the Blood Clan seemed to have brutally interrogated a family member of a Researcher from the Empire Experimental Field and extracted some key information
They even learned that a few survivors of the Empire Secret Troop were highly likely hiding in Purgatory Corridor Academy, and for quite a long time at that!
