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

The Executioner Rowan is the first demon race player encounters in Legend of Academy.

Of course, he can only be met when playing through the Demon King route, so he wasn’t really the first demon most players encountered. And since he could only be met on the Demon King route, he felt very much like a ‘tutorial’ character.

It was like the developers were kindly saying, ‘You’ll meet a lot of demons like this on the Demon King route ^^’?

Anyway, Rowan is no ordinary demon. Just like Colette Bloodberry belongs to the ‘Moonlight Dawn Society,’ Rowan belongs to ‘Primeordial Rex.’

Primeordial Rex is a group that will constantly attack the Academy and is the answer to why humans and demons cannot easily enter an era of peace.

Simply put, if the ‘Moonlight Dawn Society’ is a radical group of humans who say that all demons on the ground must be killed, not leaving even one alive, then ‘Primeordial Rex’ is exactly the opposite.

They are demons who hate the humans on the ground and believe that they should naturally be ‘ruled’ by them.

“Murmur-nim…”

“It’s okay, Sitri. Murmur is here.”

I had thought about it for quite a while, but the conclusion was surprisingly simple.

Rowan, a demon who is taller and scarier-looking than me, Murmur, is an opponent that can be defeated more easily than I thought.

So, there’s no need to be scared. There’s no need to tremble and shake in front of Sitri, whose pretty face is a mess.

Honestly, whether the Demon King route has started or not is not important right now.

Sitri is about to die, so how can I be worried about that? Isn’t that too much?

“Know your place, you disgusting traitor!”

Rowan charged forward while speaking. Maybe he’s in a hurry because he’s short on time.

I’ve fought against Primeordial Rex so much in the game that it gave me a headache. Even Rowan, who feels like a tutorial? He’s not someone to be afraid of.

“Water Spirit! Child of Bubbles! Naiara! Help Murmur!”

I summoned Naiara between Rowan and me, who was quickly approaching. At the same time, I cast basic healing magic on Sitri.

“You… fool!”

Rowan’s attack pattern is simple. He basically uses a ‘mana sword’ to pressure me, and if the distance increases, he shoots a ‘laser’ from his palm to inflict critical damage.

The mistake many beginners make here is not understanding the nature of the ‘mana sword.’ The mana sword is a magic that uses the overflowing mana of the demon race. It’s simply creating the shape of a sword with the pure heat and destructive power of mana and swinging it.

What does that mean? It means that even though it’s a ‘sword,’ it’s not a physical attack but a magical one!

—Squish!

“All you can do is summon weak spirits!”

Rowan was trying to provoke me, but his mana sword only managed to destroy one water spirit, Naiara. In fact, the dense steam rising between him and me was obscuring our vision.

“Don’t underestimate summoning magic.”

“You dare to jabber…”

I cast a fireball with my left hand and a lightning arrow with my right, landing them nicely on Rowan’s face. Even though it’s a level 1, basic elemental magic, it doesn’t mean it has no destructive power, right?

“Ugh…!”

Rowan staggered greatly and roughly grabbed the mask that covered most of his face with his left hand. All demons belonging to ‘Primeordial Rex’ wear that mask.

I guess he didn’t expect that it was a kind of weakness and that I would target it so persistently.

“A petty… trick! You repeat it! Traitor!”

Enraged, Rowan quickly rushed towards me. Since he was quite fast, I dodged his first attack by stepping back and throwing a Jack Frost, then summoned Naiara again and threw her at his face.

Unlike him, who takes one step at a time, I, Murmur, can always take two steps thanks to dual casting. This difference can never be overcome, right?

From the beginning, the water spirit, Naiara, is a pure mass of mana, so Rowan’s swinging mana sword cannot properly exert its destructive power. It’s not just cutting water with a knife, it’s like trying to cut water with water, so what’s the point?

“Sitri!”

If I save Sitri here, the Demon King route will start.

But it doesn’t matter. It really doesn’t matter.

I’m going to save the person I can save right now.

Isn’t that what a hero does?

If I let Sitri die here because I’m scared of the Demon King route, am I really a hero?

“Y-yes! Murmur-nim!”

“‘Thunder Breaker’!”

Sitri looked up at me with wide eyes.

What’s with that expression? Why?

“Murmur-nim, h-how did you…”

“Now…! I’m busy!”

Rowan rushed towards me at a bad time.

I could have blocked his attack by summoning Naiara twice, but ‘summoning magic’ is still ‘magic,’ so it was draining my mana.

Sitri! I’m really sorry! But I just finished fighting Black Mudman, you know? My health and mana aren’t at full condition!

“… Receive this!”

Realizing my intention, Sitri quickly threw me a large gun, about the size of my torso.

I knew it! It doesn’t matter if there aren’t enough party members!

‘Thunder Breaker’

This guy, with a cool name, was a very useful item that Sitri would add to my hand after the first turn if she was in the party.

Its effect was simple.

‘Deals devastating damage to the enemy.’

“As expected of a traitor…! Relying on human weapons…!”

Rowan foolishly charged at me, and I didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger of the Thunder Breaker.

—Krrr-thump!

“Ugh…! I’m glad I summoned her…!”

As expected, this is not the kind of destructive power that a fifth grader in elementary school can handle. Thanks to the squishiness of Naiara, whom I had summoned earlier, I didn’t have a dangerous fall on my butt.

“Huu… cough…”

On the other hand, Rowan, who was clutching his chest with both hands, took so much damage that he was spitting red blood from his masked face.

“How…?”

“You didn’t know, did you?”

“Y-you…”

“Thunder Breaker deals both physical and magical damage at the same time. It’s not something you can easily block with the barrier you have.”

Rowan looked at me with bewildered eyes.

Why? Did you really not know that? Demons can use a ‘barrier’ to protect their bodies with their overflowing mana, right? Unfortunately, player demons have to learn it separately.

“You… filthy, tr-traitor…!!!”

“Sitri! Lightbringer!”

“Y-yes, here it is! Murmur-nim!”

This time, Sitri took out the item I wanted from her chest pocket and threw it to me.

As expected, she has all the basic items that are given out, right?

I summoned the earth spirit, Talorin, towards the charging Rowan, and attached the ‘Lightbringer’ that Sitri had thrown me onto his soft, squishy, and cute chocolate body.

This is a ‘magic scroll,’ okay? It’s not just a sticker that you stick on chocolate because it’s cute!

—Zap!

“Ugh…!”

Rowan’s mana sword, which he swung recklessly, cut through Talorin like a moist, soft chocolate cake.

However, his abundant mana became the trigger to activate ‘Lightbringer.’

A white flash exploded nicely in front of Rowan’s eyes, and his reckless body slam and mana sword were all deflected by the barrier created by Lightbringer.

“Stone Ball!”

It’s about time to finish this.

I swung my right arm wide with a heavy rock mass created at my fingertips and smashed Rowan’s head.

“Cough…!”

Rowan’s body spun spectacularly three times in the air, which made me feel a little sorry, and then crashed to the ground. The mask he was wearing on his face was completely shattered and fell between me and him like trash.

“Murmur-nim…! Murmur-nim!”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, yes! Sitri is okay!”

Sitri said, looking at me with sparkling eyes. I guess she’s healthy.

“Kuh… ugh…”

Rowan spat out blood once and looked up at me.

Will it be different from the game? Honestly, I wish it would be different.

I want to hear this guy apologize for attacking Sitri.

If his end is also different, it would be proof that the Demon King route might not proceed.

“How… can you have such… power… and live among… bugs?”

“They’re my friends.”

“You… will never be understood. Traitor…”

Rowan scoffed and grabbed the ground with both hands.

“You… made the wrong choice! Know that bugs cannot understand humans!!!”

With that one sentence, horrifying bat wings appeared on Rowan’s back.

Ah, so it’s going to be like the game after all.

I pulled out the item I had been carrying since last time from my waist and gripped it tightly, preparing for this situation.

“Sitri, step back.”

Rowan, who began to emit a dangerous purple light, finally started to spew mana madly from his eyes and face.

“We are the beginning of this world!”

“You don’t want to talk?”

“We have the right to purify the filth that has taken over this land!”

Rowan, who had even created a sharp tail, glared at me.

I couldn’t accurately read his gaze because of the light emanating from his eyes, but since it’s proceeding like the game, his next action is obvious.

“Vanish! Filth!”

Rowan rushed at me to self-destruct. The heat that felt like my eyeballs were drying out was dangerously intense.

I quickly swung the dagger in my hand, ‘Bloodberry’s Heirloom’, towards him. I didn’t even need to swing it accurately.

“Let’s… stop this!”

Esme didn’t take this dagger.

It seems that Colette forcing it on her had become quite a trauma, so she said she didn’t want to see it for a while and gave it to me. Thanks to that, I can use it like this.

Using a weapon made for demons to kill demons. It’s kind of ironic.

“Kuh… ha…”

Rowan, who was stabbed by ‘Bloodberry’s Heirloom,’ sat down, emitting a white light from his mouth.

His mana had disappeared in an instant, so he couldn’t hug me and self-destruct as he had wanted.

This is the end for Rowan. He used even the cells in his body as fuel for self-destruction.

“Murmur-nim! Are you okay?”

“Yeah, Murmur is okay. But…”

Rowan, who had collapsed on the ground, looked up at me and Sitri and gave a faint sneer.

“You… will regret… this.”

“Don’t you want to apologize to Sitri?”

Starting with his legs, then his arms and chest. Rowan, whose entire body was instantly turning into a stream of light and disappearing, looked at Sitri and gave a vile smile.

“That humans… will accept… you…”

Rowan couldn’t even finish his sentence before turning into a stream of light and disappearing.

This is just like the game again, which is giving me a headache. The demons of Primeordial Rex all self-destruct like this when their health is low.

That’s why if there was an enemy you really wanted to save, you had to prepare various troublesome magic or tools. Rowan wasn’t worth it, and from the beginning, there wasn’t even time to prepare such measures.

“…I’m sorry. Murmur should have warned you more clearly.”

“Ah, no! It was my decision to ignore Murmur-nim’s precious warning!”

Sitri looked at me, fidgeting with her hands.

“There is something I must tell Murmur-nim.”

In the end, Sitri said the line that was destined to come.

It was the line that announced that the Demon King route was starting.

Do I have to regret it?

“…Murmur-nim probably knows this, but I am a changeling.”

Sitri said, her lips trembling and her eyes tightly closed.

Changeling.

It’s a term for demons who live in human society disguised as something other than demons, using ‘transformation magic,’ which is forbidden and treated as a crime.

To put it simply, it means a criminal.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“…Huh?”

For someone like Murmur, who lives openly as a demon to the world, a ‘changeling’ is quite an annoying existence.

But not for me. It doesn’t matter at all. Sitri has her reasons for having to live as a changeling.

“Murmur doesn’t care about that.”

“T-then why did you save me?”

Sitri looked at me with eyes full of countless questions.

“…Is it because I am the adopted daughter of the Crimson brand Duchess?”

Certainly, that was one of the options.

“Or… is it because of money?”

Sitri clenched her fists, her face full of bitterness.

“…Am I needed as a sacrifice to be offered to the Demon God?”

That was something that could have been done, too.

But no.

I, Murmur, absolutely don’t want to go through that horrible Demon King route.

So, let’s say it a little differently.

I want to give Sitri, who has lived in the rigidity of adults, the assurance that she can be a little comfortable and soft here.

“We shared cake, didn’t we?”

“…Huh?”

“Sitri invited Murmur to the tea party. We ate something delicious together.”

“That’s… just, ha, but… I already ignored the warning then…!”

I held Sitri’s trembling hand.

“Sitri and Murmur have been friends since then. It’s natural to save a friend in danger.”

“M-Murmur-nim…!!!”

Sitri, who suddenly burst into tears, hugged me tightly, to the point of being overwhelming.

“I’m sorry! I’m really sorry! Sitri was going to become Murmur-nim’s bride…! I doubted and didn’t trust you!”

“It’s… okay, Sitri. It’s okay. We’re not very close yet, so it’s understandable.”

“From now on, I will listen to and obey anything Murmur-nim says! Sitri is the lady who will become Murmur-nim’s bride!”

Patting Sitri’s back, who was smiling brightly even while crying, I had no choice but to say,

“Murmur and Sitri are both girls. You can’t be a bride.”

“Hehehe! What are you saying? It’s perfectly possible!”

“…I’m telling you it can’t be!”

“It’s possible~!”

“…Didn’t you say you would listen and obey everything I say?!”

I think I chose the wrong option here…?!

Bride, what bride! Between two girls!

* * *

“Murmur-nim~ Sitri is always ready to be the Demon King’s bride!”

“Then please… let’s wake up our sleeping friends first. We also need to clean up the cart. Professor Malea will be angry if she finds out.”

“I understand. Just tell me what to do! Murmur-nim!”

“Ugh…”

Sitri, who was smiling brightly and wagging an invisible tail, and Murmur, who was already thinking of escaping.

The scene of the two of them was a heartwarming sight for anyone who saw it.

“A… lie.”

Unfortunately, there was a young lady who was watching the two of them with her hands covering her mouth and a pale face.

“Sitri is… a changeling…?”

Nikea Hollimpia couldn’t help but sit down, unable to bear the dizziness that was dangerously rising, not being able to cover her mouth with both hands.

“…Murmur is planning to hide that fact… right?”

Nikea was forced to recall the anxiety she didn’t want to remember.

The sweet smell that dangerously tickled the tip of her nose.

The aura of evil that she felt from Murmur.

This time, she had become friends with a changeling, whose very existence was taboo.

“Get a grip… Nikea. You know that Murmur is not the blood relative of a demon god. You know, you know, so why are you doing this?”

Nikea muttered to herself and unknowingly began to shed tears.