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

The Reforms of Greg Santos (Part 1)

**Greg**

After encountering the glaring problems of the Conclave, I couldn't help but feel exhausted. Look, I was one of those 'unorthodox' teachers—prominently featured in those 'feel-good' movies that often use unusual teaching techniques to motivate their students. No, it's not an innate skill of mine; rather, I was inspired by those movies, and tried my best to copy and integrate those to my style.

However, even if I was somewhat 'unorthodox', I think there's something wrong with the Conclave's system of education.

"..."

Is this what Princess Noir wanted to tell me when she said that she 'loves how I teach'? In any case, I had to find her. I wanted to ask a lot of things...

"Look! Look! The prince is here!"

"Kyaa! He's so handsome as ever!"

"I want him to connect with me..."

Just as I turned towards a corner that led to our room, I was stopped by a sizeable crowd of scholars gathering on that side of the school. They were noisy and excited, as if there's some celebrity that graced their appearance at the hallways. Much to my surprise though it was Princess Noir, dressed as her 'brother', the Prince Hurion Devras.

Ah, what good timing! He's the one that I need.

"!!!"

As much as I tried to squeeze myself into the throng of demons screaming over the demon 'prince', the crowd was too much for me to handle. I don't want to hurt anyone by forcing myself through, neither do I wanted to get skewered by those horns of the students—even by accident, so I just went with the flow of people. Eventually, even with all that hustle and bustle, I ended up in front of the Prince Hurion Devras.

"..."

There's was an awkward silence between us as our eyes met, even amidst that noisy crowd. For a moment, it's as if Princess Noir—I mean, Prince Hurion Devras, froze when he saw me.

"Who's that ugly human?"

"Quiet! It's the Special Scholar who arrived here a week ago!"

"What does he want with His Highness?"

The negative murmurs continued unabated, though it brought the Prince back to his self. Then, he went over to my spot, much to the excitement of the student scholars—mostly, girls. I think my ears nearly got deaf from the screams as the 'bishounen' demon lord approached.

However, much to everyone else's disappointment, it was me whom he noticed.

"S-Sir—I mean, Lord Greg," Prince Hurion Devras smiled, "what brings you here?"

"Well, what are you doing here?" was all I blurted out, still not in my mind after those deafening shrieks earlier.

"Hm? I'm just doing my rounds to see if there's any problem with my subjects."

"Ah, yes, that's right! Speaking of problems, I'm looking for you, Princess—I-I mean, Lady—uh, P-Prince Devra—Your Highness!" Honestly, this situation was not only difficult for the Usarved Princess, but also for people like me—who had to pretend about her 'other' identity.

"What seems to be the matter, Lord Greg?"

"This school, this fucking school!" I emphasized the curse, "The Conclave needs to be reformed!"

"!!!" At that moment, the demon lord wasted no time. He quickly pushed me back toward the wall, covering my mouth in the process. Good thing the crowd made way for us, or there would be injuries. As for me, I was surprised by his sudden movement. But, he never let me speak; he leaned closer as he trapped me against the wall, gently lifted my face towards his and whispered,