"The Chairman's grandson?!"
"Why have we never heard of him before?!"
Sullivan beamed with a grin as wide as the horizon. "Oh yes, it's true! My dear grandson has officially enrolled. And let me tell you, he's super—and I mean super—handsome!"
Without waiting for permission, he proudly pulled out a massive photo from under the podium.
In the picture stood a tall, strikingly handsome young man with a cool expression, towering over Sullivan, whose head barely reached the boy's shoulder.
And somehow, the photo felt... enchanted. Everyone who laid eyes on it instantly felt like they'd been hit with a charm spell—hearts racing, faces flushed.
"Isn't he amazing?" Sullivan gushed, hugging the photo. "Don't worry, everyone's getting a copy!"
The crowd erupted in chaos.
"No way! That ridiculously good-looking guy is the chairman's grandson?!"
"Even if you told me that face was created using illusion magic, I'd believe you!"
"This is just cruel... It's not fair! Not only is he drop-dead gorgeous, he's also the chairman's heir?!"
"Kyaaah! He's like a dream prince! I need his number!"
But not everyone shared the same enthusiasm. In fact, the two minotaur demons seated on either side of Iruma were silently screaming for help.
Iruma sat lazily in the middle, arms casually slung over each of their massive shoulders, legs crossed as if he owned the place. The two minotaurs, however, looked like they were being held hostage by an apex predator.
The oppressive aura rolling off of Iruma made it hard to even breathe, let alone move. Every fiber of their being screamed, "Don't. Move. A. Muscle."
'You bunch of lovesick idiots!' one of them wailed internally. 'If you like him so much, you sit next to him!'
'I just wanna go home... Mom...'
Sullivan clapped his hands. "Alright, speech over. That's all from me!"
And with that, the old demon cheerfully waddled off the stage like he hadn't just dropped a magical bomb on the entire audience.
Taking his place was Professor Dali, holding a scroll and looking surprisingly nervous. "U-uhm… Next up, the speech from the representative of the new students!"
"The top student from the entrance exams, right?" some whispered.
A strikingly beautiful boy with long pink hair and a flowing white cloak stepped forward. His name: Asmodeus.
He walked with perfect posture and emotionless grace—but before he could even reach the podium...
Professor Dali's eyes widened as he received a frantic whisper from backstage.
"Change of plans!" Dali blurted. "Delivering the speech on behalf of the representative will be... Special-Class Student Iruma!"
No one was surprised. If anything, they were thrilled.
Everyone wanted a glimpse of the mysterious, legendary grandson from the photograph.
And somewhere in the back, Sullivan was already filming everything with a magical camcorder, grinning like a proud dad at a school play.
"Iruma-kun, please come to the stage—"
WHOOM!
Before Dali could even finish his sentence, a massive shadow dropped from the sky and hovered right in front of him.
Six enormous black wings unfurled behind Iruma, blotting out the light like a solar eclipse.
The auditorium went silent.
Gulp.
Professor Dali's knees nearly buckled. He couldn't comprehend what had just happened. Not even he had sensed Iruma move—one moment, he was seated. The next, he was in front of him.
And worst of all?
He was... terrified.
Something primal, something ancient within him screamed that this "student" standing before him wasn't someone to cross.
And he wasn't alone—every teacher behind the podium felt it. The presence. The wings. The absurd pressure in the air. Were those... really demon wings?
Even Asmodeus, now standing awkwardly below the stage, stared up in disbelief, wondering if this was all some sort of hallucination.
Then came the wind.
Only now did the air finally rush into the space Iruma had vacated, creating a mini-hurricane that nearly sent students flying.
Iruma tilted his head with a grin and looked down at the stunned Dali.
"Well then, Professor, if you don't mind... I'll take it from here."
"Y-Yes, of course!" Dali stammered, jumping aside as if the podium had become a volcano.
Iruma folded in his wings and landed with a light tap, his presence still looming, calm yet terrifying. He spotted a letter laid out for him—Sullivan's gift.
Facing the crowd of stunned demons, Iruma smirked and spoke with a deep, rich voice:
"Good morning, everyone."
His aura was so intense, yet somehow... the crowd wasn't scared.
They were electrified.
"KYAAAAAAHHHH!!!"
"It's HIM!!!"
"Special-Class Student Iruma-sama!!"
"THE GRANDSON!!"
He held a finger to his lips.
"Shhh."
Instant silence.
"Now... lend me your ears."