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

Letters (Part 1)

Shevaun and I were surprised at the refusal of Prince Hurion to help me enter the Conclave as a teacher. We tried to ask the reasons behind his decision, but he only said...

"I'll bring you with me to that place sometime, then you'll understand what I mean..."

And with that, he refused to talk further about it, though he promised to bring me there. So yes, I was kind of annoyed. I mean, I even bothered to come up with good suggestions, and all I received for those was a flat 'no'.

And here, I thought Princess Noir/Prince Hurion is determined to change the hearts and minds of the demons.

"..."

Well, no matter. It's not like I could force him to, if he already refused. Besides, I was not looking forward to teaching once again. While teaching is fun, it's pleasing the higher-ups and your co-workers that aren't fun.

And so, I spent my next few days in Cherflammen in peaceful solitude. Just like the Saint's Palace in the Holy Palatial Gardens, Castle Darkmoor also had a huge library, where I wasted away my hours reading the collection of books, magazine articles, and newspapers (I was surprised they already got those here)—not only did I gain information, it also brushed up my vocabulary and grammar in Chersean languages. Princess Noir would come and talk to me at times, then followed by her 'brother' Prince Hurion...it was a 'regular' affair that I already knew the pattern of their appearance.

I bet 'they' are just checking on me.

For her part, Shevaun would sometimes appear at the library to help me with the books I needed. Apparently, the chamberlain and I shared the same interests in the love for books, and as she was also assigned by Princess Noir as the keeper of her study, her knowledge of the maze of shelves was helpful.

"..."

Haa...for some reason, I keep on feeling that I'm just wasting my time.

"..."

Well, in any case, I think I should just drown myself in reading stuff around here. The demon race's history was quite interesting, too, I'd say...it's full of intrigues, conspiracies, fighting and infighting that I had no more idea of whose faction was siding with whom. Contrary with the Chersea culture, demons really do encourage pride and high ambitions—though, unlike the earlier part of their past full of bloodshed and violence, they now focus their energies and efforts to best each other mainly on producing thought-provoking research.

And damn, I never thought my old student from Earth would have a large part in this change of heart...

Everywhere I read, I always see the name 'Lady Cassandra David'. According to one book, she's the hero who 'truly united the demon clans and led them into the Era of Knowledge'. Another read, 'Lady Cassandra David sowed the seeds of the Conclave's foundation, lending to the clans her ideas of schooling, research, and culture'. Accompanying that article was the painted illustrations of the dresses of the demon students of that school, which was—much to my shock—reminded me of the white-and-checkered-green school uniforms my students wore back on Earth.

Alexa must've longed for her time in our world, so much that she copied the uniforms of our school.

"..."

Man, I miss my students...

"Milord, you've been staring at those illustrations for quite a while."

"!!!" My wandering thoughts were returned to me by the voice of Shevaun, who was assisting me with the books. "I...I just remembered something," I replied.