The Demon Saint is Missing, so I Ran to Another World

Alexa (Part 2)

**Kuro**

This was...my own table. And this was...if I remember right, the faculty room of my old school on Earth.

What am I doing here?

"..."

And these trinkets at the tabletop, these were the gifts I received from my students every 'Teacher's Day'. I tried confirming whether these were real, and...

Whoa! These are real, indeed!

"!!!"

My eyes went around. What I immediately noticed was that I was wearing the white polo we teachers were required to wear every Monday, as part of our uniforms. Then, I saw my co-teachers, busy with their own responsibilities and silently typing in front of their laptops.

"Hey, sir!"

"Wha—" I nearly jumped in surprise when someone tapped my shoulder. Turning around, I saw my office friend, Sir Michael, standing behind me with a huge grin on his face.

"Are you alright?" he asked, quite surprised at my reaction. "What? It's the first day of classes, and you're already tired?"

Huh? First day of class? I immediately reached for my pocket, and stared at my phone's screen. The date clearly said 'June 4, Monday'. Yep, it's really the start of the school-year. But, wait, I remember I was at the school in Chersea...

"..."

Chersea...what is that?

"Oi!" I was brought back to my senses by Sir Michael. "Your mind is clearly flying!"

"Uh, yeah...but, who's Kuro?" I muttered.

"Kuro? That name sounds like anime, sir! Let me guess, you're watching your anime shows 'till the wee hours in the morning?"

"Sir Michael," another co-teacher of mine, Ma'am Ling, entered the conversation. "You know he's always watching those anime girls with big tiddies; you don't have to ask that basic question!"

They both laughed, though I could only manage a smile. Well, it's not that they're insulting me. In fact, I was a well-known 'weaboo' teacher in my school. I carried anime pins on my teacher's uniform with pride; the good result of it was the students were open to me. However...

I feel like I'm missing something. There are names floating in my head, like Eris, Lily, and Maddie...and I don't know who they are!

"Sir Michael, looks like Sir Greg is really shaken."

Sir...Greg?

"Ah, I know it's the dreaded first day of classes, Sir Greg," Sir Michael put his hands on my shoulder. "I can feel your fear, but how about we eat some burger after class, huh?"

"I'm...Greg?"

"What are you saying?" my co-teachers chuckled. "You hit your head, or something? Your name is Greg Santos, right? Don't tell me you have amnesia!"

Greg Santos. This is my...true name.

"Oi, Sir Greg," our guidance counselor suddenly entered the faculty and stood beside my table. "Here's your subject schedule for this school year, Filipino 8, right?"

I just nodded as I was handed a small piece of paper with the itinerary. Honestly, I felt like everything happening around me was surreal.

"Oh, and you're also the adviser of Class Ruby; our granny principal decided just now," she added before she went to other teachers.