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

The Lady of the Red Goblin Clan (Part 1)

***Somewhere in the Conclave...***

During the confusion after the human 'Special Scholar' displayed his god-powers, Lady Srexe slipped past the terrorized crowd into the safety of the inner alleys of the Conclave. Here, she could 'lick' her wounds—not the physical ones that was healed by the Special Scholar—but the emotional ones, for she was dealt with another astounding defeat.

"..."

Tears were about to fall from her eyes; nevertheless, the goblin girl wanted to be 'strong', so she just let out her frustrations at the wall. She gave it a punch, though not powerful enough to break it, or she'll embarrass herself once again.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" Lady Srexe muttered. "Why am I always like this? I can never win against that Usarved Princess! Not even against her lackeys! This is so unfair!"

She let out a suppressed scream as she threw another punch on the wall. Then the goblin girl finally broke into tears as she sat down on the ground, ignoring her injured hand. Lady Srexe continued to cry for a few moments, letting out all the anger in her chest.

They always compare me! They always wanted me to fail! They are always happy to see me suffer!

"Aaargh!" the goblin girl let out all her anger in that scream, and, as if it wasn't enough, she hit her head on the ground. Her black blood trickled down from her forehead to her cheeks as she sat on her spot, fuming.

Damn all those kids! Damn all those teachers! Damn them all!

When Lady Srexe was done, however, instead of sulking in that hidden alley for long, the goblin girl got up, dusted herself, and prepared to come back to her classroom, as if nothing happened.

No matter what, Lady Srexe resolved not to show to anyone her 'weak' side...

"Hoh...but I did saw that!"

"!!!"

The goblin girl nearly jumped and ran away in shock, when she saw a hooded figure at the open end of the alley she was in. It was a futile effort to escape, anyway, for the mystery person blocked her path.

"What do you want from me?" she growled at him.

"Relax, goblin girl," the figure answered, handing out a handkerchief to her. "Clean yourself; I'm here to help you."

Lady Srexe wiped the goblin blood off her forehead and asked, "Help me with what?"

"You know the answer to your question. You always bust your senior examinations. You always end up defeated whenever you're dueling with the Usarved Princess and her supporters. You always fail spectacularly, that you're famous here in the Conclave as a laughingstock. Don't you want to change that, even for once?"

"I wanted to, but as you say, I always fail spectacularly," the goblin girl sighed. "Well, if you have nothing else to say to me other than stupid advice and hurl insults, then pardon me, I must go now."

"That human, the Special Scholar—the one you fought against earlier, is the one who can turn around your fortunes."

"And why should I believe you?" Lady Srexe countered. "That human is a lackey of the Usarved Princess. In the first place, why should he help me? Second question is, what can a human like him teach us demons? He comes from that land of barbarians, Chersea; even my lowest of servants are more civilized than them!"

"Don't you know that he's a former teacher of your revered hero, Cassandra David?"

"A stupid lie. And everyone believed it."