Chapter 52 - Ideal Chapter 51 - Ease Chapter 50 - Solve Chapter 49 - Order Chapter 48 - Uncontrollable Chapter 47 - Snore Chapter 46 - Peculiar Chapter 45 - Goal Chapter 44 - Offer Chapter 43 - Unforeseen Chapter 42 - Leave Chapter 41 - Worried Chapter 40 - Avoid Chapter 39 - Conciousness Chapter 38 - Overwhelming Chapter 37 - Pleasure Chapter 36 - Intense Chapter 35 - Delicate Chapter 34 - Melting Chapter 33 - Thoughts Chapter 32 - First Chapter 31 - Illusion Chapter 30 - Drunken Chapter 29 - Unpleasant Chapter 28 - Admiration Chapter 27 - Peculiar Dreams Chapter 26 - Embarrassment Chapter 25 - Confession Chapter 24 - Affection Chapter 23 - Agony Chapter 22 - Subjected Chapter 21 - Restless Chapter 20 - Artwork Chapter 19 - Cautious Chapter 18 - Resolved Chapter 17 - Apology Chapter 16 - Desire Chapter 15 - Sleep Deprived Chapter 14 - Fight Chapter 13 - Disappointed Chapter 12 - Harvest Chapter 11 - Weaknesses Chapter 10 - Liquid Chapter 9 - Book Chapter 8 - Professor Chapter 7 - Sanity Chapter 6 - Ritual Chapter 5 - Agreement Chapter 4 - First Love Chapter 3 - At School Chapter 2 - Every Night’s Dream Chapter 1 - Fictional Character
Luke Florence is a renowned and skilled knight within the empire. However, disillusioned by the exploitation of his abilities in the power struggles of nobles and aristocrats, contrary to his belief in wielding a sword for the weak, he relinquishes all his wealth and honor.
He longed to start a new life in a place where no one knew him. Thus, he ended up here, at the western edge of the Hesperion Kingdom, in Ezbon.
It was truly a noble gesture when he volunteered for the professor position upon hearing that the children would graduate from the academy without ever holding a sword due to the lack of swordsmanship instructors.
In the novel, Luke immediately recognized Kamian as a demon, yet he imparted generous teachings without prejudice. Even after Kamian turned dark and massacred the people of Ezbon’s village, Luke, who cherished him as a beloved disciple, could not raise his sword against him. On the other hand, Kamian effortlessly turned thousands of humans into piles of flesh within half a day.
I silently gazed at Kamian sitting beside me. When Kamian sensed my gaze, he turned and said, “What?” However, I had nothing particular to say and merely stroked his cheek.
“Live kindly, my friend.”
Kamian frowned and brushed my hand away abruptly.
At that moment, a white-haired, tidy-haired theology professor entered the classroom. The professor distributed transparent glass bottles adorned with crosses and rough-edged stones on the desks of the undergraduate students.
“These holy water and relics have been most useful when facing demons throughout our long history. When we touch these holy water and relics, we feel nothing, just like touching ordinary water and stones by the roadside. But demons are different.”
I glanced briefly at Kamian. He played with the relic, tossing it back and forth, with an unimpressed expression on his face. “Um, Professor, don’t demons feel the same?”
“When demons touch the relics, white smoke spews out, their skin melts away, and they experience excruciating pain.”
I took hold of Kamian’s hand and pulled it towards me. After removing the relic he was holding, I gently stroked his palm. “Um, Professor, he seems perfectly fine. I even ran my hand over Kamian’s palm, feeling the familiar texture of his smooth and solid skin, as always.
Kamian, with his other hand free, rested his chin on it and stared at me intently. In a soft whisper, I spoke to the quiet Kamian.
“It seems to be a counterfeit.”
“Really?”
At that moment, the professor showed us something resembling bat wings.
“This is the skin of a lesser demon. Now, when you bring the relic close to it, you’ll see. Watch as the skin melts like a liquid.”
Kamian raised an eyebrow at me. I added another remark to Kamian.
“Professor, your arrogance seems quite genuine.”
As if he had heard my whisper, the professor approached our desks.
“Kamian, would you like to try touching the relic?”
Kamian casually picked up the relic with a nonchalant expression and pressed it against the skin. Instantly, the skin emitted white smoke and melted away.
“Any other undergraduate students who would like to try?”
Hands shot up all around the room, each student eager to participate. I stared at Kamian with wide eyes.
“What are you? What’s happening to you?”
“It seems I’m immune.”
“Why, even though you’re a demon?”
Chapter 52 - Ideal Chapter 51 - Ease Chapter 50 - Solve Chapter 49 - Order Chapter 48 - Uncontrollable Chapter 47 - Snore Chapter 46 - Peculiar Chapter 45 - Goal Chapter 44 - Offer Chapter 43 - Unforeseen Chapter 42 - Leave Chapter 41 - Worried Chapter 40 - Avoid Chapter 39 - Conciousness Chapter 38 - Overwhelming Chapter 37 - Pleasure Chapter 36 - Intense Chapter 35 - Delicate Chapter 34 - Melting Chapter 33 - Thoughts Chapter 32 - First Chapter 31 - Illusion Chapter 30 - Drunken Chapter 29 - Unpleasant Chapter 28 - Admiration Chapter 27 - Peculiar Dreams Chapter 26 - Embarrassment Chapter 25 - Confession Chapter 24 - Affection Chapter 23 - Agony Chapter 22 - Subjected Chapter 21 - Restless Chapter 20 - Artwork Chapter 19 - Cautious Chapter 18 - Resolved Chapter 17 - Apology Chapter 16 - Desire Chapter 15 - Sleep Deprived Chapter 14 - Fight Chapter 13 - Disappointed Chapter 12 - Harvest Chapter 11 - Weaknesses Chapter 10 - Liquid Chapter 9 - Book Chapter 8 - Professor Chapter 7 - Sanity Chapter 6 - Ritual Chapter 5 - Agreement Chapter 4 - First Love Chapter 3 - At School Chapter 2 - Every Night’s Dream Chapter 1 - Fictional Character
Luke Florence is a renowned and skilled knight within the empire. However, disillusioned by the exploitation of his abilities in the power struggles of nobles and aristocrats, contrary to his belief in wielding a sword for the weak, he relinquishes all his wealth and honor.
He longed to start a new life in a place where no one knew him. Thus, he ended up here, at the western edge of the Hesperion Kingdom, in Ezbon.
It was truly a noble gesture when he volunteered for the professor position upon hearing that the children would graduate from the academy without ever holding a sword due to the lack of swordsmanship instructors.
In the novel, Luke immediately recognized Kamian as a demon, yet he imparted generous teachings without prejudice. Even after Kamian turned dark and massacred the people of Ezbon’s village, Luke, who cherished him as a beloved disciple, could not raise his sword against him. On the other hand, Kamian effortlessly turned thousands of humans into piles of flesh within half a day.
I silently gazed at Kamian sitting beside me. When Kamian sensed my gaze, he turned and said, “What?” However, I had nothing particular to say and merely stroked his cheek.
“Live kindly, my friend.”
Kamian frowned and brushed my hand away abruptly.
At that moment, a white-haired, tidy-haired theology professor entered the classroom. The professor distributed transparent glass bottles adorned with crosses and rough-edged stones on the desks of the undergraduate students.
“These holy water and relics have been most useful when facing demons throughout our long history. When we touch these holy water and relics, we feel nothing, just like touching ordinary water and stones by the roadside. But demons are different.”
I glanced briefly at Kamian. He played with the relic, tossing it back and forth, with an unimpressed expression on his face. “Um, Professor, don’t demons feel the same?”
“When demons touch the relics, white smoke spews out, their skin melts away, and they experience excruciating pain.”
I took hold of Kamian’s hand and pulled it towards me. After removing the relic he was holding, I gently stroked his palm. “Um, Professor, he seems perfectly fine. I even ran my hand over Kamian’s palm, feeling the familiar texture of his smooth and solid skin, as always.
Kamian, with his other hand free, rested his chin on it and stared at me intently. In a soft whisper, I spoke to the quiet Kamian.
“It seems to be a counterfeit.”
“Really?”
At that moment, the professor showed us something resembling bat wings.
“This is the skin of a lesser demon. Now, when you bring the relic close to it, you’ll see. Watch as the skin melts like a liquid.”
Kamian raised an eyebrow at me. I added another remark to Kamian.
“Professor, your arrogance seems quite genuine.”
As if he had heard my whisper, the professor approached our desks.
“Kamian, would you like to try touching the relic?”
Kamian casually picked up the relic with a nonchalant expression and pressed it against the skin. Instantly, the skin emitted white smoke and melted away.
“Any other undergraduate students who would like to try?”
Hands shot up all around the room, each student eager to participate. I stared at Kamian with wide eyes.
“What are you? What’s happening to you?”
“It seems I’m immune.”
“Why, even though you’re a demon?”
