After returning home from Aranearum, where they survived the nightmare of the giga-hell spider train, Y/n Law thought the worst was finally behind them. During the hunt, they forged an unlikely partnership with a powerful demon after proving they we...
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The chaos in the courtyard had already reached its natural peak by the time Y/n was pushed forward.
Which, unfortunately for everyone present, meant it still had room to get worse.
Crowley's hand on her shoulder was light—
But intentional.
A guiding push.
She stumbled half a step forward.
Not enough to fall.
Just enough to register it as unnecessary contact initiated by another party.
Y/n slowly turned her head back over her shoulder.
"...You touched me."
Her tone wasn't loud.
That made it worse.
Crowley, entirely unfazed, simply waved her onward.
Crowley: "Hush hush, just hurry up."
Grim was immediately furious.
"GRRRRRR—!"
Y/n looked between them both for a second.
Then forward again.
"...Noted."
And walked.
Not hurried.
Not obedient.
Just compliant enough to move the situation forward while mentally cataloguing everyone involved as potential threats.
The courtyard opened into a massive ceremonial space.
And it was already full.
Voices overlapped instantly.
A red-haired boy stepped forward like he owned the concept of authority itself.
Red Headed Male: "We're done with orientation and dorm assignments? All right, new students—let me be clear. At Heartslabyul House, I am the law. Break the rules, and it's off with your head!"
Y/n blinked once.
"...Noted," she repeated softly.
A male with lion ears yawned like the entire situation had personally insulted his schedule.
Male with lion ears: "Well, that ceremony was as boring as ever. I'm going back to the dorm. If you're in Savanaclaw House, follow me."
Y/n's gaze flicked to him.
"...Predator posture. Low engagement with social hierarchy unless beneficial."
The lion-eared male paused mid-yawn.
"...Huh?"
A male with glasses stepped forward smoothly, voice polished enough to cut glass.
Male with glasses: "New students! Allow me to be the first to congratulate you on your achievement. As dorm leader of Octavinelle House, I am honored to have the opportunity to support you in what I hope will be a fulfilling campus experience."
