The Narrow-Eyed Villain of the Demon Academy

“Isn't he the half-demon who got publicly rejected?”

“What a shameless bastard. How could he do such a cruel thing?”

Whispers filled the room.

I had instantly become Sytan's celebrity.

I was already famous for being at the top of my year, but now, the rumors about me were even worse.

It wasn't a good change, so I frowned.

"How did it end up like this?"

Ha.

A sigh escaped my tightly closed lips.

A little while ago, as I was returning to the classroom after the entrance ceremony, I never expected the eyes of the Sytan students to be fixed on me.

A public confession?

Me? A public confessor?

Was I really being accused of such a heinous act, capable of ruining someone's life?

But I was innocent.

I had no such intention, and this whole situation was a misunderstanding.

The classroom was in an uproar.

Samuel looked at me with cold, disappointed eyes.

"You really messed up this time."

What did I do?

I didn't do anything!

The way Samuel spoke, as if I had truly confessed to Luna in front of everyone, was infuriating.

Out of all people, you should know better!

“I didn't do anything,” I said.

“Oh, right. The public confession.”

“No.”

“You shameless devil.”

“……”

The more I listened, the angrier I got.

It was true that the situation was a huge misunderstanding, but I never thought Samuel, who knew the whole truth, would tease me like this.

What should I do with this guy?

Should I just hit him?

Maybe giving him a good knuckle sandwich would make me feel better.

That's how uncomfortable the atmosphere in the classroom was.

“Wow, that's crazy.”

“Luna, are you okay? I hope he doesn't try to hurt you.”

“Maybe she likes it…”

The female students were looking at Luna with sympathetic eyes, as if explaining what the demon's ability to empathize was.

On the other hand,

“He's embarrassing all men.”

“Just look at him…”

Those bastards.

My fists clenched, and my shoulders trembled.

I wanted to run over to them and give them all a piece of my mind, literally.

But there was nothing I could do.

They say a strong denial is an admission of guilt.

Even if I vehemently denied it, the students would only look at me with suspicion.

Damn it.

How do I get out of this mess?

I turned my head to look at Luna.

She was slumped over her desk, her head buried in her arms.

Fron was next to her.

She had a worried expression on her face as she sat next to her, and it was a very unpleasant sight.

Does she think I actually confessed to her too?

Fron stroked Luna's pink hair.

“Luna, cheer up.”

“…….”

“Yeah, well. It must be a blow to your pride to be confessed to by someone as low-class as Adel. But a better man will come along soon…”

“He's not low-class.”

“Huh?”

“…Adel is not that kind of man.”

“Oh, um, r-right.”

Fron was momentarily flustered by Luna's firm voice.

Luna had an unreadable expression on her face.

How could the atmosphere change so quickly?

Of course, I knew that I had influenced it.

That's why I approached Luna in the first place.

I wanted to hear her true feelings, and I wanted to know why she stayed at Sytan even after I said such harsh things.

But…

What is this?

Was that really the only reason I approached Luna?

Ah.

I don't know.

I don't even know my own feelings.

Sigh…

As I was sighing, the classroom door opened with a click.

It was, of course, Idea.

“Everyone’s in their seats!”

Idea greeted the students with her signature bright smile.

Then, she glanced around the classroom.

Huh?

Our eyes met.

Idea flinched, as if she had just seen something terrifying.

“Ahem…”

Was that a cough?

Unbelievable.

I couldn't believe Idea was treating me like this.

It felt like my whole world was crumbling.

Like a clap of thunder, shame washed over me and coiled around me like a venomous snake.

“A-anyway, let's start the class! I, your homeroom teacher, will be in charge of the first class!”

Idea quickly changed the subject.

But I didn't miss that look in her eyes.

I made a mental note of it.

For revenge.

I glared at Idea, vowing to get her back one day.

But she continued the class, unfazed.

“You all heard the Headmaster, right?” she asked.

“What?”

A student raised their hand.

The other students tilted their heads, confused by Idea’s sudden question.

“Come on, you heard her. She said classes would be much harder starting from the second semester.”

“……!”

The students trembled in fear.

Sytan was an academy that trained students to become human-fighting weapons.

The classes were already incredibly difficult.

They seemed to instinctively know that a curriculum even more intense than this awaited them.

'Just how hard are they planning to make us train?'

Of course, I knew it had to be this difficult. In fact, it wasn't difficult enough.

Even if they made the training more intense, the demons wouldn't stand a chance against the humans.

That was one of the laws and settings I had imposed on this world.

And…

'There's already a history of defeat.'

It didn't matter what kind of classes they took from the second semester onwards.

The Demon Realm’s defeat was a foregone conclusion.

There was no way Sytan wouldn't have implemented high-intensity training in the original story.

The fact that they still lost meant that even with Sytan’s rigorous curriculum, they couldn’t close the gap between them and the students of the Imperial Academy.

But they still had to try.

'Even if that’s how it happened in the original story, it won’t hurt for the Sytan students to improve.'

The better they were, the better for everyone.

But what kind of classes were they going to have?

I was curious too.

“But!” Idea exclaimed.

The students’ attention immediately focused on her.

Idea chuckled and scanned the students.

“It’d be wrong of me, as your instructor, to start off with such an intense class on the first day.”

“As expected of Instructor Idea…!”

“You’re so beautiful, Instructor!”

Wait.

I think I just heard another idiot who doesn’t know what’s good for them.

Idea, seemingly pleased by the students’ reactions, shrugged and began to write something on the chalkboard.

Screech-

Thud!

The moment Idea put the chalk down, the words that were revealed were beyond imagination.

“What’s that? What’s written there?”

“Sparring… Class…?”

“What the…?”

『 Sparring Class. 』

The students looked confused at the words Idea had written on the board.

Sparring class?

What even was that?

I had never seen such a class in the modern world, so I tilted my head in confusion.

Ahem.

Idea cleared her throat and spoke.

“I’m sure you all have grown tremendously during the break. Let’s take this class to see how much you’ve all improved! Some of you may have just relaxed, but this will be a good opportunity for you to stretch your muscles.”

In other words…

“Fight each other, is what she’s saying.”

“Correct! You’re good at summarizing, Serial Confessor!”

Hold on. I think I just heard a weird nickname in there.

Serial Confessor?

I’ve never confessed to anyone in my life, let alone multiple times!

How long will this nickname follow me around?

The horrifying thought made me shudder.

Idea grinned and said to the students,

“First, let’s divide you into pairs. I’m sure each of you has at least one person you want to fight, right? You know, that one person you really want to punch in the face?”

I nodded vigorously.

Of course.

There’s no way I don’t.

I gritted my teeth.

Even now, my resentment towards that bastard burned strong.

“So, who wants to go first?”

Idea scanned the students.

But no one readily raised their hand.

Perhaps they had some sort of camaraderie.

Maybe they didn’t have anyone they truly hated because they had gone through so many hardships together.

However.

I did.

There was one person I desperately wanted to give a knuckle sandwich to.

I stood up from my seat.

And raised my hand.

“Oh my, does the class president have someone they want to fight?”

“Yes, I do,” I replied, nodding at Idea’s question.

This was the perfect opportunity.

The perfect opportunity to get revenge for all the suffering I had endured.

I pointed my index finger at a male student.

The boy’s eyes widened slightly when he saw me pointing at him.

Then, he smirked and stood up.

Samuel.

You damn Cerberus, let’s settle this!

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