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

Prince Hurion Devras, Heir to the Demon Throne (Part 1)

When I opened my eyes, Shevaun was on top of me.

"..."

"..."

We stared at each other for quite a while, with no side willing to give to the other. Honestly, I had no idea why she ended up in that position with me, nor do I have any clue on what happened to me after I got out of the bath...or did I really get out?

"You passed out in the bathhouse, milord," Shevaun seemed to have read my thoughts. "Good thing Her Highness the Princess Noir had already left when we remembered you're still inside."

"Oh...my apologies if I—" then I remembered, I was naked back then. And now, I was fully clothed.

"If you want to ask if we saw it," the chamberlain said with a straight, emotionless face. "Yes, we did. But rest assured, milord, it's part of our duties as servants, and would soon forget it."

Oh god...this is awkward! Please do forget about it! Purge it from your memories, if there's that option.

"In any case, so you understand now, milord?"

"About Lady Noir and Prince Hurion?"

"I'm glad that you can pick up fast."

Really, Shevaun. If you say you're glad, at least flash a goddamn smile! "Why did you tell me about this?"

"Two things, milord," the chamberlain sat beside the bed. "First, as a future reference for our culture. We demons give preferential treatment to males, because we believe that they are stronger than females. Although, there's a growing faction in the Conclave that promotes the view that we ladies can also do what the opposite gender can."

Similar to the traditional views of my old world, huh? "How about the second reason?"

"Well, you're going to stay with us for a while. You need to be aware of some 'unspoken rules' about our mistress, and her alter-ego, 'Prince Hurion Devras'. She doesn't want you to know that you already learned about her secret. In fact, aside from us, her close servants, she doesn't want anyone else to know of that matter...be it human or demon, or any other race."

"But...in retrospect, the Lord Vitalis knew of this ruse," I pointed out. "I can tell from his reactions, which—I thought—was strange back then."

"Actually, Princess Noir is a bad keeper of secrets."

I disagree. There were a lot of new things I learned about her only yesterday.

"Nearly all the demons who knew her are aware; it's just that, they are all playing along, on the pain of death."

"Err...seriously?" My hand instinctively went for my neck.

Shevaun shrugged, "Benefits of being the ruler of the most powerful clan in Cherflammen, yes?"

"Fair enough; I'll remember it then."

"Well, if it's you, I think Her Highness wouldn't have the gall to execute you," the chamberlain revealed. "I'm sure you heard our conversation yesterday, right? That's how much she—in your own terms—'loves' you."

I could feel my cheeks turn warm. Nevertheless, I told Shevaun, "Her Highness is my precious student. No teacher—in his right mind—would dare to lay hands on his student. At least, I know some of my co-workers who eventually became the partner of their students...but it is when the student graduated from their school, see?"

"Technically, you're not 'student and teacher' anymore," the chamberlain countered. "And if I may be clear, Her Highness had long graduated our school—the Conclave—with outstanding honors, too."