Over in the Game Division,
"This game is terrible," Orias Oswell complained.
Clara: I invented it.
"1056 pieces are already too many, but they move on their own, suddenly evolve, and there's this…" Orias Oswell said, and a sound suddenly came from within the Division. Orias Oswell and Lead stood up and started dancing.
"A garbage dance that has to be done every 30 minutes. It's a game only an idiot would come up with."
Clara: I invented it!
Lead looked at the situation, figured the time was right, and directly used his Bloodline Magic, [Sense Steal], on Orias Oswell.
[Sense Steal]: Can temporarily steal another person's senses. The stolen area on one's own face will turn black.
"Oh, that's harsh. You're even going to take away my sight."
"Of course, there's no chance of winning against you in a normal way," Lead explained with a smile.
"So I'm being underestimated, huh? But do you think you can win like this? This little thing won't affect me at all," Orias Oswell said, waving his hand, and the pieces moved forward.
"My family ability, Bloodline Magic [Astrology], won't lose!"
Bloodline Magic [Astrology]: Good fortune will always develop in the matters he wishes to pursue.
"Good fortune will always fall upon me. You cannot defeat me."
Over with Sabnock, Buer Pelseko looked at Sabnock before him.
"You can't defeat me. I'll endure any attack. No attack will have any effect on me…"
Sabnock: That's strange. How did I defeat you at the start of school then? But this time… Sabnock knelt directly before Buer Pelseko, revealing the base of his wings. (For demons, exposing the base of one's wings signifies the greatest respect and apology.)
"Regarding the violence at enrollment, I sincerely apologize to you here. At that time, I believed strength was everything, thinking that the stronger I became, the closer I would be to the Demon King's throne. However, I was wrong. No matter how strong the body, no matter how firm the will, if one acts without consideration, nothing can be accomplished. If one does not possess a heart that considers the existence of others, then one cannot be called a King. This is what I learned from a formidable rival. Therefore, my actions in attacking you were wrong. Although forgiveness may not be possible, I still wish to express my sincere apologies here."
Buer Pelseko watched this scene and couldn't help but say,
"What you're doing is very cunning. You've surprised me so much that I don't know where my anger went. However… you have a good rival. With this passion, go beyond common sense, Sabnock!"
Inside the Game Division, Orias Oswell looked at his chessboard with three parts surprise, three parts doubt, three parts disbelief, and one part joy… Wait? Joy?
"How is this possible? Wasn't I at an advantage just now? How could I lose? I felt victory was within my grasp just a moment ago… It's like… I lost on purpose. Could it be?!" Orias Oswell suddenly realized and looked at Elizabetta behind Lead.
Ikus Elizabetta: Family Ability [Affection]: Her body emits a scent that makes others feel good. Anyone who smells it will develop a good feeling towards her and make choices that benefit her. The more exposed skin, the higher the Affection.
"So it wasn't just sight, but smell too?" Orias Oswell slumped into his chair and, seeing Elizabetta greet him, subconsciously waved back.
"Exactly. Teacher, you inhaled her scent, so you would act in a way that benefits us. That's why you would use good luck to help us win. Taking away your sight at first was also so that when your nose turned black to steal your sense of smell, you wouldn't notice. We also chose this long and smelly game. But to be honest, taking away both sight and smell at the same time consumes a lot of magic power."
Clara: I invented… (Shesi pulled her away: I know, I know, don't repeat it a third time.)
"However, the pleasure of deception and the stimulating feeling of constantly depleting magic power are truly captivating! Gambling is just that captivating!"
"Ah… alright, you win. But if you can really succeed, that would be impressive. I look forward to it, Lead-chan." Orias Oswell finally stamped the permission form.
The Misfit Class gathered together, looking at the box in front of them that already contained 36 Royal Classroom permission forms, and said,
"At first, I thought it was absolutely impossible," Lead sighed.
"We collected them all!"
"This is the energy generated by everyone's strength gathered together. It wouldn't work if even one person was missing," Iruma said, looking at the stack of permission forms.
The others, hearing Iruma's words, also felt a bit shy.
Day Three
Inside the Teacher's office,
"How is it, Kalego Teacher? These are the permission forms from all the Teachers, collected in three days. Please check them," Iruma said, presenting the permission forms.
Kalego picked them up and glanced at them.
"Indeed, these are the permission forms of 36 Teachers. No problem."
The other Misfit Class students felt confident hearing Kalego say that.
"Only you are left. You should evaluate this seriously and couldn't possibly refuse to stamp it, right?" Iruma said, looking at Kalego opposite him.
"Ah, that's right. As long as everyone else's are collected, I will stamp it."
"Hey, hey, can we really transfer to the Royal Classroom? That's amazing!" Lead said excitedly.
Hearing Kalego Teacher say that, the other students also celebrated.
"However, I will only stamp it once everyone else's are collected, so I will not stamp it," Kalego's words interrupted everyone.
"Huh?"
"I said all staff. Faculty and staff don't just include Teachers; they also include librarians, janitors, cafeteria staff, cleaners… and so on. All demons employed at Babyls are staff."
Hearing Kalego's difficult words, the other Misfit Class students all looked angrily at Kalego.
"How is that possible?!"
"You never intended to approve it, so you set an impossible condition, didn't you?" Asmodeus said.
"Hmph, our perceptions are just different."
"Kalego Teacher, this is really…" Iruma tried to argue further but was interrupted by Kalego.
"Silence. You are always like this, not thinking deeply enough. You must understand that what you are trying to obtain is a blazing inferno of karma, left behind by the great individuals who laid the foundation of the Demon World, a precious flame that this academy has guarded to this day. If you dare to touch it, then I, as a guardian of the academy, have the duty to bite through your necks. Demons who cannot think are just clowns and will quickly be scorched by the flames of the fire ring. However, since you have collected so many permission forms, I will commend you for now. I can help you arrange for the current Teachers to…" Kalego continued speaking, then was suddenly interrupted by a cough.
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