The Narrow-Eyed Villain of the Demon Academy

The moment the word "origin" escaped Idea's lips, I couldn't help but stiffen and face her.

It was a natural reaction, but even for me, it was difficult to maintain composure.

Origin.

It literally meant the origin of life.

Where does life begin, and where does it end?

Is it even a word that a mere creation should utter?

Isn't it too arrogant a concept?

I knew about it, I couldn't not know. It was only natural.

"Judging by your expression, it seems you know something about it," Idea said.

"Yes, to some extent," I replied.

"You know, class president, it's really fascinating. Origin isn't something a student should know about."

"..."

I had no choice but to remain silent.

I don't understand.

It was truly unexpected for the woman in front of me—Idea—to bring up the topic of origin. @@novelbin@@

To speak of origin was akin to risking one's life.

"May I ask why you mentioned it to me?"

"Hmm, well. Wouldn't it be better for you to figure it out, class president?"

"...I don't understand what you're trying to say at all."

"Class president, do you remember?"

Suddenly, Idea's eyes gleamed as she questioned me.

I swallowed dryly and spoke.

"What are you talking about?"

"There's something you said to me."

"...I don't quite recall."

"Think carefully. It was when we were in prison."

Ah, that time.

I remembered.

The test where we had to kill the captured humans.

There, for Luna's sake, I had said something to Idea that differed from my true intentions.

"Are you referring to when I said I would abandon the weak?"

"Correct. So, class president, should I abandon you, who is full of mysteries? Or should I believe in you?"

"..."

Ah.

I finally understood the whole situation.

Why Idea was asking me these questions.

And what she was thinking.

I understood everything.

Therefore.

"I believe I've shown you enough."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I believe everything I've shown you has been satisfactory."

Mysterious or not, I had sufficiently proven that I was strong.

Hadn't I?

I lifted my head and looked somewhere.

She must be there.

The one who is listening to and observing everything I'm saying to Idea right now.

She can't not be.

If the current situation, the situation I'm thinking of, is correct.

'Headmaster.'

This was the line she was throwing me.

Whether to grab her line or cut it off.

There was no choice.

To achieve my plan.

The stone had already been thrown into the lake, the dice had been rolled on the board.

I couldn't change the outcome, the process.

I had already received a scouting offer from the Headmaster.

"Although I am a half-demon, I harbor hatred."

"Hatred, you say?"

"Yes, towards the humans who nearly destroyed the Bares family that took me in, and towards those who completely shattered my daily life."

"...Shattered your daily life?"

Idea tilted her head, seemingly not understanding my words.

This confirmed it.

Idea still didn't know that I was a descendant of Arsene.

But the Headmaster would know.

That's why she threw the line.

The fact that I hate humans this much, that I want to kill them, and that I'm in a position where I have no choice but to side with you.

I threw the line, believing the Headmaster would accept it.

And that was,

Twitch-.

Twitch-.

Judging by the way Idea's ears perked up, it must have been the right answer.

She probably sent a message like 'Approve' through telepathy or something.

"Alright, class president. Now we're in the same boat."

"...It's an honor."

It wasn't exactly an empty compliment.

Being on the same boat as the strongest in the Demon Realm, the Headmaster, was a tremendous feat for a mere half-demon like me.

However, it didn't mean I would truly join the Headmaster's cause.

This was just the first step of my plan.

It was just a part of the foundation I had laid to catch the Headmaster's eye.

"Well, just because you're on my side, class president, doesn't mean your daily life will change dramatically. However, what I will order you to do is..." ʀᴀＮОＢĚȘ

That's when it happened.

Bang-.

The door to the faculty office opened and someone entered.

Idea and I stopped talking and turned around.

Ares, looking exhausted, was staring at us while catching his breath.

"Oh my, senior. Is class finally over?"

"...Yes, I was late because I was running on the training grounds with the students who fell behind."

Huh.

I let out a hollow laugh at Idea's swift change in attitude.

The moment Ares arrived, her serious tone vanished, replaced by a playful smile.

Thanks to that, I realized something.

Ares.

He wasn't on the Headmaster's side.

* * *

Eventually, after leaving the faculty office without receiving any orders from Idea due to Ares's appearance, I started walking.

I walked and walked.

I didn't know where to go or what to do next.

Ah, is this the right choice?

Yes, it must be the right choice.

Because one of my plans had succeeded.

However, I wasn't at ease, probably because my conscience was sending me signals.

It's not the right path.

It's a path where everyone gets hurt.

It kept saying things like that.

But what am I supposed to do?

What can I do?

Besides struggling, what can I, the weakest and most incompetent creator, do?

I don't know.

I didn't know anything.

I didn't understand anyone's pain, nor did I understand my own.

Step by step-.

My footsteps eventually led me somewhere, and I saw Guwar, with his harsh expression, standing outside the dormitory instead of going inside.

I frowned.

I didn't want to deal with that demon because he was quite an uncomfortable type.

That's when it happened.

"Sit down."

"...Are you talking to me?"

"Yes."

"..."

What?

Does he have something to say to me now?

I don't think we were that close.

Rather, Guwar and I fought and fought every time we met.

So I couldn't understand why Guwar had called me over.

Does he want to pick a fight with me at night?

I was thinking that when he spoke again.

"What do you think?"

"About what?"

"About the death of the Bares's head and the Sword Saint. You must know a lot."

"..."

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that I know almost everything.

I was on that battlefield.

I watched the entire war, crossed swords directly, and even received Crete's last will before his death.

But.

"I don't think I have any reason to answer that."

"I suppose so."

Once again, we fell silent.

It was awkward.

This atmosphere was so incredibly awkward that I felt like I was going to throw up.

Guwar opened his mouth again.

"I don't know anymore, the more I listened to the Headmaster's speech, the more I felt that way."

"..."

"I'm an ambitious person. One day, I will ascend to the position of head of my family. I will crush that strong brother of mine. But even if that happens, what remains at the end? I thought about that."

I was taken aback by the philosophical content of the muscle-brained demon's words.

Even though he was a child of the Seven Deadly Sins, Guwar's voice had a certain power that drew the listener's attention.

"The head of the Bares family failed. Even though the Sword Saint died, his territory was ruined. His army was also completely wiped out. Among them, there must have been someone's father, and someone's child."

"...I can picture it."

Guernica.

I recalled one of Picasso's works.

The painting with women picking up body parts scattered on the ground.

The painting, which depicted the tragic aspects of war at the time, remained etched in my memory for a long time.

"...I think war shouldn't happen. At least, I don't want to see someone I know bleed."

"..."

"I've said a lot, especially to you. This must be one of the proofs that I'm weak. I'll never be able to become the head of the family."

"No."

I interrupted Guwar's words.

And I opened my mouth.

"You're definitely a muscle-brained, irritable, and easily swayed fool."

"...This bastard, suddenly..."

"But if you keep thinking like that..."

Even if you don't become great.

"Wouldn't you be able to hold your head high?"

At my words, Guwar fell silent for a moment, as if contemplating something.

He just stared at me blankly.

Then he let out a chuckle and turned around, starting to walk somewhere.

He was probably heading back to his dormitory.

I hope he's sorted out his thoughts, but my words probably didn't resonate with him that much.

After all, it was my wish to be able to hold my head high.

I want to hold my head high.

To someone.

To others.

That's not what I mean.

As a creator, I want to be able to hold my head high in front of everything I've created.

I don't want to see them die, I don't want to see them grieve.

I told Crete that I was a great creator, but I know better than anyone that I'm weak.

Therefore.

"I want to hold my head high."

I suddenly looked up at the sky.

As I looked at the night sky, where the stars were surging like a tidal wave, his face suddenly came to mind, and I felt a pang of sorrow in my heart.

"Can I do it?"

Adel.

I called his name once.

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