The Narrow-Eyed Villain of the Demon Academy

With a twinge of regret for not finishing things myself, I turned to Rene, Samuel, and Fron.

Rene shuffled towards me, seemingly hesitant to speak.

“How have you been?”

“……Good.”

Rene nodded as I spoke first.

But even then, she couldn’t bring herself to speak and just fidgeted with her hands in her pockets.

What could he possibly want to say that's making her hesitate so much?

As I tilted my head in confusion, Baltan clapped me on the shoulder and spoke up.

“Adel, I didn't see you fight directly, but you seem to have gotten a lot stronger. Have you already surpassed me?”

“Haha, how could I ever dare to surpass you, Mr. Baltan?”

I answered calmly, but I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

He must not have seen me manifest my true power. If he ever found out, he'd probably be pestering me for a spar every chance he got.

As expected of the Successor of Envy.

Still, I wanted to avoid any unnecessary trouble.

It wasn't that I was weaker than Baltan, but it was always better to avoid a fight if possible.

Especially against a mad dog like him.

As if sensing my apprehension, Rene stepped in front of me, baring his teeth at Baltan.

“Don’t touch him.”

“Huh? Oh, I wasn't going to ask for a fight today. I wouldn’t do that on the first day back, would I?”

Baltan chuckled awkwardly, taking a step back from me.

It seemed like the situation had been resolved peacefully.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Samuel sighed deeply, as if annoyed by Baltan’s antics.

Fron glared at Baltan, clearly displeased, before abruptly turning his head away.

Rene then held out something to me.

“This is….”

“…….”

A pouch?

Rene himself remained silent, offering no explanation.

I accepted the pouch from Rene and peeked inside.

“Cookies? Did you make these yourself, Miss Rene?”

“…….”

Rene still didn't say a word, only nodding her head in response.

He really did make them himself. Some were slightly burnt, and the colors were inconsistent.

Even so, I was touched by her gesture. I wasn't sure why she would give me cookies, but….

“Thank you. I’ll enjoy them.”

“…….”

Rene lowered her head shyly.

Her innocent demeanor made me feel like I was back in my school days.

Oh, right. I was a student now.

A student at Sytan, no less.

Though my real age might say otherwise.

As I was about to put the cookies away, Rene pulled out another pouch from her pocket and offered it to Fron.

“A-Are you giving me some too?”

“Yes.”

“…….”

Fron stared at the pouch for a long moment, her expression unreadable.

Baltan, noticing the exchange, spoke up with a glint in his eye.

“Can I have one too?”

“No way.”

Fron swatted Baltan's hand away without hesitation, then quickly stuffed the pouch into her pocket.

Baltan clicked his tongue in disappointment, but Fron made no move to share her cookies.

“…….”

Fron gently patted the pocket where she had stashed the pouch, her cheeks flushed.

She looked strangely…cute?

Why did that bother me so much?

Fron cleared her throat and thanked Rene.

“Th-Thank you. I shall enjoy these…."

No, seriously, why was his awkwardness so irritating?

And why were they suddenly so close?

Weren’t they always at each other’s throats?

Countless questions swirled in my mind, but no one offered any answers.

Samuel sighed dramatically, as if he found the whole situation ridiculous.

However, a flicker of loneliness in his eyes betrayed his true feelings.

He was clearly upset that he was the only one left out.

Beep-!

Suddenly, Sijo leaped out of my arms and perched on Samuel's head.

“As expected, only you understand….”

Beep-!

Peck, peck!

“Ouch!”

Unfortunately for Samuel, Sijo betrayed his expectations, pecking sharply at his scalp.

I wondered if Sijo would peck Samuel bald at this rate.

In any case…

“Ah, we’re late! We’re late!”

Someone dashed past us, a piece of toast hanging from their mouth.

That familiar figure could only belong to Instructor Idea.

Come to think of it…

“……We’re all late, aren’t we?”

“Ah.”

“…….”

“Oh dear, what are we going to do?”

“You… You little… Cerberus…”

As the main culprit, I had nothing to say. I simply turned and bolted.

“You cowardly bastard!”

“I have to save myself!”

“……Mean.”

I heard various accusations thrown my way, but I couldn’t afford to care. In fact, I only picked up the pace.

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