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

A Wild Rival Appears (Part 1)

**Greg**

Haa...talking with the Lord Head Scholar sure was exhausting.

"..."

The old demon finally conceded to negotiate about the release of Alexa's ashes, but it was only after I sent his table flying. Well, he was hit by it, bludgeoning his arm, and I had to heal him with the god-power. The result was he ended up even more convinced of my trustworthiness. After all...

"You will not possess the god-powers if the heavens find you unworthy," was the Lord Head Scholar's words for me. "Just like Lady Cassandra, it was bestowed upon you when you were summoned here."

Actually, Jules said that I got it from kissing the saints.

"..."

Wait, another memory just popped up. Who's Jules? And did I really kiss the saints?

"..."

Ah, stupid question. The proof is right here; I'm already using the god-powers. Even so, once again, Kuro...you're a real lady-killer!

"Milord, you're thinking of something?" Shevaun asked.

"Err...nothing important," I told her. "It's just that, I starting to recall some fragments of my memories."

"Must be something that triggered those," the old demon commented. "There are cases in which amnesia sufferers can remember their 'lost' memories because of some events are like what they experienced before, or have heard something they've heard before."

"Maybe..." I checked his arm, "Can you now move it?"

The Lord Head Scholar did what I ask him, "Yes, Greg Santos, I can now move it normally. Thank you!"

"Nah, it's fine. I'm the one who kicked your table in the first place."

"Sir, let me remind you that the Lord Head Scholar asked improper questions first," Princess Noir added.

"Scholar Usarved, those are important information regarding our greatest hero," the old demon defended his actions.

"And how will knowing the color of p-p-p-p-panties he-help in our research?"

Color me surprised. You guys are shy talking about underwear, while proudly sharing 'connections' with everyone—including your blood-relatives. This world is really stupid...

"Scholar Usarved, let me tell you first that before the Lady Cassandra is a hero, she is a mortal. As historians, we should relate the person we study to the masses, and there's no better way of doing that other than to know the tidbits of their lives!"

Well, the Lord Head Scholar's words got sense. In my world, I really had fun reading about the random trivia on some of our national heroes, for example, our World War 2 president who uttered a curse on a farmer not because he's angry at him, but because he wanted to shed his 'formal' side and portray himself as an approachable guy. The information seemed irrelevant, but it paints a picture of 'humanity' to our otherwise 'romanticized' and 'larger-than-life' heroes.

Nevertheless, we're deviating from the real topic at hand. "Lord Head Scholar!"

"Greg Santos?"

"Just 'Greg' is fine, Lord Head Scholar. Anyway, with all due respect to your authority, now that you're convinced of my trustworthiness, how can I get your permission to bring home Lady Cassandra's ashes?"

"Answer me this, Greg. You're a summoned person, like our hero. And, as far as we know, there's no way for you to return to your world. Pray do tell me, how will you bring her remains home?"