I Became a Demon Who Can Never Be Headpatted in the Academy?!

“You saw it, Headmaster Cosmos! Murmur is absolutely not a descendant of a demon!”

Nikea, who had been clenching her fists tightly, finally spoke with a bright smile.

“I wonder how they will accept the fact that a little kid from the elementary division perfectly understood the nature of the Black Mudman.”

“You know that’s just a petty excuse, right?”

“It’s a very petty and ridiculous excuse. There was no crisis for Murmur that they wanted, and she didn’t use black magic or blood magic, and what she summoned wasn’t a demon but a very cute spirit.”

Headmaster Cosmos spoke with a leisurely expression, but she was not looking at Nikea.

The eyes of this woman, shining between her sparkling white hair, were watching not Murmur but a completely different being.

“Haa… If the noisy nobles knew what Murmur did in today’s collaborative task, they wouldn’t insist that she’s a descendant of a demon.”

Nikea, who had been praying and nervous in her heart to the point of sweating all over her body, drank her peach black tea in large gulps, unlike a princess.

How could she not be happy in this situation where it was obvious that her friend had been cleared of suspicion?

“… I told you, Headmaster Cosmos. Murmur is just a cute child.”

As Nikea spoke, she watched with a bitter expression as many students approached Esme and Thorin, while Murmur was left half alone.

“I wish more people would realize that.”

“… … A long time ago, they did know. Unfortunately, people tend to remember sad and painful things longer than joyful ones.”

Headmaster Cosmos, who spoke a monologue with a subtle emotion, was looking elsewhere, not at Murmur, even in this happy moment.

“… Headmaster Cosmos?”

At this point, Nikea couldn’t help but notice.

“What are you looking at?”

“Did you catch me?”

“You’re turning your head completely the other way.”

Headmaster Cosmos gave a sly smile and turned her head. When she waved her right hand greatly, Murmur’s image, which had been floating large between the two, was removed, and ‘Sitri’s’ image began to appear.

“… Huh?”

The moment Sitri’s figure appeared before her eyes, Nikea instinctively felt uncomfortable.

Nikea, who couldn’t look at her with good eyes because she was strangely clinging to Murmur, didn’t feel any liking for Sitri because their personalities were so blatantly incompatible.

Rather, someone could pat her on the butt and say it was commendable that she hadn’t said ‘I hate you’.

“… I’ll go first. Tell me the location!”

Seeing Sitri being attacked by ‘Rowan’, Nikea got up from her seat without any hesitation or agony.

Was it because it was the duty of the royal family to protect the people from the evil Demon race?

Or was it because of the sense of justice burning in the heart of the girl named Nikea?

“Are you really going to go?”

“Yes, I can’t just stand by and watch someone being attacked by a Demon race.”

“You’re not even close to her.”

“Even if I hated and detested Sitri, it’s separate from this situation. I am a person who can be that discerning.”

Headmaster Cosmos slightly raised the corners of her mouth. Unlike the words of the princess who boldly put her hand on her chest and burned with a sense of justice, at this moment, somewhere in the Empire, somewhere in the Kingdom, there were fools with bloodshot eyes trying to get rid of the enemy, mentioning the name of the Demon race.

Headmaster Cosmos, who knew well that those guys were also the ironic protagonists who were ridiculously shouting that Murmur was a descendant of a Demon God and should be expelled from the Academy, felt that Princess Nikea was admirable.

How different was she from the Crown Princess who liked to get her hands dirty with blood.

However, she still had to do what she had to do as an adult.

“You’re going to face ‘Primeordial Rex’, are you still okay with that?”

Headmaster Cosmos pointed her finger at ‘Rowan’ who had kicked Sitri’s stomach.

Nikea swallowed hard and nodded.

“I’m… a royal too. I know well how dangerous and extreme the ‘Primeordial Rex’ are.”

“They won’t care that you’re in the elementary division and will try to kill you. Look now. How fiercely are they trying to kill that little Sitri?”

“I don’t care. I’m strong.”

Headmaster Cosmos watched Nikea’s expression,overflowing with determination, with a smile.

“Your esteemed Highness.”

“… Ah, yes! Headmaster Cosmos.”

“Please, do what you want to do.”

Nikea lightly received the small crystal ball that Headmaster Cosmos took out of her chest pocket and threw, and nodded.

Without having to explain the location in detail, if she looked at the map that appeared on this crystal ball, she could immediately know where Sitri was being attacked by Rowan in the Star Shadow Forest.

“Excuse me!”

Nikea spoke without even bowing her waist and quickly ran out the door.

“… They are admirable students.”

Headmaster Cosmos glanced at her secretary, Sylvia, who was closing the wide-open door, and then began to capture the videos of Murmur and Sitri in her eyes by waving both of her hands.

“Will there be no problem?”

“Murmur did a great job in the collaborative task, but she didn’t use any of the wicked magic they wanted. That should be enough to shut them up.”

“You know that’s not what I meant, but you’re answering like that.”

Headmaster Cosmos reached for the alcohol that she couldn’t drink in front of Nikea.

“If Princess Nikea hadn’t been by my side, I would have been sweating there right now.”

“… Sweating? You would have been cracking jokes.”

“That’s too much! Aren’t you seeing me too strong?”

Sylvia puffed out her cheeks and looked at Headmaster Cosmos.

“I’ve seen things in the Academy, and I’ve seen things while serving you, Headmaster.”

“Well… people are said to exert more strength than they have when they are in a crisis.”

“Okay, really.”

Headmaster Cosmos smiled and took a sip of the fragrant alcohol.

“But the really interesting thing is…”

Headmaster Cosmos crossed her legs and looked at Murmur.

There was a reason why she kept a leisurely smile even in an urgent situation where an Academy student was being attacked by a Demon race.

This woman knew Sitri’s strength. She knew that she wouldn’t be killed by Rowan right away and wouldn’t even be easily injured.

In the first place, a ‘wounded student’ was not a big problem for this woman. Because she had such ‘power’.

“… You are running to save someone again as if it’s natural.”

“Oh? Is that right? Murmur is running exactly to where Sitri is.”

Sylvia looked at Headmaster Cosmos in surprise.

“How is this possible?”

“Well… maybe the gods were impressed by a Demon race with a kind heart who wants to save a friend.”

Headmaster Cosmos burst into a wry smile because the joke she made herself was so absurd.

* * *

“Keuh…!”

Sitri, who let out a painful breath, hurriedly dropped the shield she had been clutching in both hands.

The shield, heated enough to emit white heat, rolled fiercely on the ground, and Rowan easily stepped on it and crushed it.

“Haa… haa…!”

“You’re holding up better than I thought for a rat.”

“Haa… Did you think I would just let you kill me?”

Sitri, who had stepped back, was a mess.

Her red hair, which was always groomed and sparkling, was tangled messily, covered in dirt and dust, and red blood was dripping from her right shoulder.

Around her, expensive items that she had hastily taken out of the cart were shattered and scattered like trash.

Sitri, who thought of herself as a fool, was not so naive as to simply offer her neck to Rowan.

‘Time… I just need to buy a little more time. The Academy professors aren’t fools.’

Wiggling her fingers, which now barely had any strength, Sitri forcefully burned up her remaining stamina.

“How foolish.”

“Is that your self-introduction, where you can’t even beat a 5th-grade little girl?”

“Why are you struggling so much? You won’t survive here. Can’t you even calculate that much?”

Rowan took a step towards Sitri.

“I’ll return those words to you. I’m smarter than you, so I can calculate even the numbers that you, a fool, can’t think of.”

“A rat’s struggle, and a fool’s words who rejected the glory that could be achieved in the Nectar era.”

Rowan reached out her hand towards Sitri, who was showing a haughty expression.

‘If I can just block that…!’

Sitri quickly covered her chest with her left hand, which was wearing a gem-studded gauntlet.

─ Paang!

A purple light shot out in a straight line from Rowan’s fingertip, striking Sitri’s chest. White smoke billowed between them, and Sitri sputtered red blood, collapsing onto the ground.

“Ugh… Cough…! W-why…?”

Contrary to Sitri’s expectation that she had blocked it well, her gauntlet was shattered and scattered on the ground. She was almost grateful that she had only been burned and the situation had ended.

“You didn’t even know that I was playing with you until now.”

“Haa… haa…”

“You don’t even think of releasing your transformation magic at this moment, you’re just trash who doesn’t deserve the glory of the Nectar era.”

Sitri coughed up blood from her nose and mouth, and clutched the ground with both hands that now had no strength.

There was only one thing she could do, as she had no more stamina or mana left.

“That glory… enjoy it all by yourself. Sitri will die… as the adopted daughter of the Crimson brand Duchess.”

This was Sitri’s choice.

Having chosen and been chosen to be someone’s child, she showed the greatest pride she could show.

It was not the spirit that a 5th-grade elementary school student could show.

“Then die, you ra─”

“Don’t talk to Murmur’s friend like that…!”

Rowan, who had raised her arm high, easily deflected the fusion spirit of water and wind, Sifrinde, which flew like a missile, with her magic sword, but the problem was what came next.

She couldn’t deflect the earth spirit, Talorin, which flew heavily towards her face, and then one by one, the frost spirits, Jack Frost, which were thrown mindlessly, dulled the agility of her body.

“M… Murmur-nim? H-how…?”

Sitri was purely bewildered rather than happy.

How was this possible?

She could somehow guess that she was here, but how did she know that she was in danger?

“Crude… magic you use. You disgusting traitor.”

Rowan stepped back and glared at Murmur, openly expressing her anger.

“Even with crude magic, Murmur can beat you.”

“Nonsense.”

“You were just hit, weren’t you? You better be prepared. Murmur came to protect her friend.”

Murmur, who did not think of backing down even while looking at an adult three times her size.

Looking at her, Sitri could only think this.

‘Murmur-nim… is my…’

A cool Demon King who appeared riding a skeletal horse.

At this moment, Sitri knew who she had lived for until now and who she should serve in the future.