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

A Desperate Plea for Help (Part 1)

***The Junior Level Dormitories, the Conclave***

For Lady Srexe, her day would always begin once she decided to get up her bed.

"..."

However, it was difficult for her to pull herself from the comfort of the soft bedsheets and warm blankets the embraced her body. As someone who was not expecting much from her school—even dreading it at times, the goblin noble lady would rather remain lying down than going to her classes. But, as the other option could lead to her dropping out of the Conclave, she knew she had no other choice besides dragging herself to come to school.

"..."

She would waste a few moments of her time preparing that included eating her 'breakfast', washing her face, and wearing her scholar's uniform. The goblin girl would deliberately move slowly, as she savored every second that she was in the safety of her own dormitory room. Once ready, Lady Srexe would encourage herself, in anticipation of another 'hellish' experience in the school she'd rather call 'hell'. Her small sling bag, though it was stuffed with some notebooks, remained unopened; she would just leave it at its spot after coming from her classes, and pick it up whenever she went out.

Discouragement after discouragement made the 'luster' of education dim in her eyes.

"..."

Nevertheless, what kept Lady Srexe from completely giving up was her pride as a goblin, trying to salvage her reputation after declaring 'rivalry' against one of the Conclave's greatest living students—the Princess Noir of House Usarved.

Although for humans, 'student rivalries' are trivial matters; in Cherflammen, it is a different issue. A demon's reputation for life rests in their words and deeds. If she gives up, then it will stick on her name forever...staining the Red Goblins for eternity.

"..."

Just as what she always expected every day, Lady Srexe came upon her locker full of vandals. Words like 'idiot', 'loser', and 'failure' were scrawled at her locker's door, and it's not just simple pens—the ones her bullies used were magic writing instruments, designed to not be easily erased. From the corners of her eyes, she could tell that the ones who did this were having fun watching her.

"..."

However, as someone who was already infamous, Lady Srexe knew that the teachers would never listen to her complaints even if she asked for their help. And since those idiots always do this, intending to make her appear as the villain in the end, she would just let it pass.

Nothing good will happen if she fights, anyway.

The goblin girl let out a sigh, pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket, dabbed it in water, and tried to remove the vandals. It was a futile effort though, and she quickly gave up. Undaunted, Lady Srexe just unlocked her locker, took the things she needed, and was about to close the door when...

"!!!" the goblin girl almost jumped in shock when a fist hit her locker, bending the door out of its shape.

It was the orc girl, Tama'lee. As the orcs' physical strength was unequaled, even among the demons, it's like she was punching a piece of paper. "Good day, Srex!" she greeted the goblin girl as if nothing happened.

"You just broke my locker's door!" Lady Srexe protested.

"Oh? Tama did?"

"Can't you realize it?" Lady Srexe was getting annoyed. "Now I can't lock it! Where would I put my things then?"

"Ahehehe..." the orc girl forced out a laugh, trying to act innocent.

"What's with you?" the goblin girl couldn't hide her irritation. "You suddenly punched it!"