Lisandra followed logas, trembling, her face as pale as paper and her eyes filled with awe and unease.
As a young and weak demon secretary, she instinctively felt the terrifying aura of this mber of the Great Demon Clan.
This was the Principal’s Office of Purgatory Corridor Academy, where an old chandelier hung from the high ceiling, casting a soft light that shone on the dark brown wooden floor.
Opposite the marble fireplace, there lay a comfortable office reclining chair and a wide brown wooden desk, its magic book cover weathered by the years, the edges slightly curled.
Outside the large frad window, starlight from the Demon World spilled into the room, overlapping with the lamplight to create a radiant illumination.
Next to the square-shaped coffee table by the window, there was a soft woven armchair, giving off a sense of leisurely retirent.
This room, imbued with prohibitions, did not interfere or harm students, but physically unlocking or pushing open the door was difficult.
"Is this the Principal’s Office?"
logas surveyed the room, sweeping over every corner and finally pausing on the conspicuously noticeable swimming pool.
Before coming, she had not expected the office to be so spacious, nor had she imagined there would be a swimming pool in it.
"Yes, Blasphemous Lord, this is the seat of our school’s highest power, suitable only for you to rest and wait."
Lisandra nodded hurriedly, her voice as tiny as a mosquito’s.
To stabilize logas and buy the princess ti to hide, Lisandra had already taken logas on several detours.
"What a boring place."
logas snorted coldly as she slowly walked towards the wide brown wooden desk, her slender fingers lightly grazing the surface, as if feeling the traces of ti.
She picked up the worn magic book on the desk, flipped through a few pages, and casually tossed it aside.
"You’re right."
Lisandra’s heart almost leapt out of her throat, she dared not respond, only lowering her head, allowing logas to freely scrutinize the Principal’s Office.
"But this swimming pool is quite interesting."
logas walked to the window, the starlight from the Demon World casting a sickly beauty on her pale face.
She leaned interestedly to the side, looking at the pool.
Could it be that they allow students to swim in the Principal’s Office?
How playful.
The Blasphemy Lord was sowhat curious as to who had decided to install this pool.
Maybe she would really like this kind of madness.
"It is said that it was once the acting principal, the Radiant Demon, who was the first phony principal in the history of Purgatory Corridor Academy, yet beloved and supported by many demons, to the extent that the school commorated his contributions by placing his portrait in the hallway..."
Lisandra desperately searched for a topic.
"Why did you lead around in circles just now?"
Blasphemous Lord logas suddenly asked,
interrupting Lisandra’s narrative.
"Blasphemous Lord, I’ve only been working here for a few years, and sotis I often take the wrong path, I’m really very sorry!"
Lisandra’s body shook as she quickly responded.
"I see... I also heard that you have a good relationship with Princess Xiu Bailian."
logas nodded in satisfaction, her haze-purple eyes staring straight at Lisandra, as though she intended to peer into her soul.
She spoke only half her sentence, seemingly delighting in toying with Lisandra.
"I have not been in contact with the princess for many years."
Lisandra felt a chill crawl up her spine, she trembled and lowered her head, unable to look directly at logas’s eyes, striving with all her might to stabilize her mind under the Demon Sound, holding back her tears from overflowing.
In that instant of seeing Blasphemous Lord’s expression, Lisandra pretty much understood everything.
Blasphemous Lord knew everything.
She just found toying with her, and slowly savoring her fear, amusing.
"Very well, you really are a strong and kind child, even so, you would not betray the princess."
logas smiled in satisfaction, gracefully sitting in the plush Principal’s chair, the Scorpion Tail behind her gently swaying, as if she was admiring Lisandra’s poor state.
"Don’t worry, I won’t kill you, you are the princess’s friend, I think the princess would love to have you back at the Demon King’s Castle."
Sir logas settled himself, one hand resting on an armrest,
"Now, pour a cup of tea."
He commanded, his tone laden with unquestionable authority.
"Yes..."
Lisandra hurried to the side table, her legs weak, her trembling hands barely able to steady the teapot.
Carefully, she poured Sir logas a steaming cup of Pasqual Red Tea, then handed it over with trembling hands.
Sir logas took the teacup, sipped it, and shifted his gaze from the night sky of the Demon World outside the window to Lisandra’s face.
"What kind of expression would Princess Huebelle show if she were to see you completely broken, your senses utterly scattered by my doing?"
He slowly reached out, his hand brushing against Lisandra’s cheek, a friendly smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
"..."
Lisandra stood by, afraid to speak or move.
Her tears finally spilled.
"How about this, if you willingly do as I ask, each mont you resist losing your will, I will delay my personal search for the princess, how does that sound?"
Blasphemous Lord slowly moved his hand downward, reaching towards the buttons of Lisandra’s dress.
"Alright..."
Lisandra’s lips quivered as she agreed to Blasphemous Lord.
She knew, today sothing dreadful was bound to happen.
And to honor the promise she made to the princess, she could only stand silently by, letting Blasphemous Lord manipulate her, enduring the evil desires of the Great Demon Clan, filled with despair and helplessness.
Just when Lisandra felt utterly despondent,
Creak.
The door to the Principal’s Office was pushed open.
Sir logas’s hand paused, his gaze puzzlingly turning towards the unwelcod figure arriving at such a mont.
His attire was odd, a long black winter coat over a formal suit, a silver-white mask at his hip, an unfamiliar tradition indeed.
His race was the Phantom Demon Race, like Calila, born with silvery pale hair and enchanting magic.
That silver-white mask was clearly not of the Demon World style— even from the side, it resembled the religious style of humans more, with gentle lines and a peaceful expression, conveying a compassionate sorrow for the world.
Was he going to a masquerade ball?
Sir logas wondered internally.
Removing that mask from his hip and wearing it would allow him fittingly to partake in a Demon World masquerade.
Besides, Sir logas felt a vague sense of déjà vu with the mask, yet could not recall where he might have seen it.
"..."
The mont Lisandra saw him, she felt a rush of relief, as if she had found her savior.
This Principal bore an uncanny resemblance to Calila, almost like he was Calila’s relative.
Clearly, he was a demon appointed by Calila as the new Principal!
But the bad news was, Blasphemous Lord logast was present.
It was uncertain whether this Phantom Demon would want to interfere with Blasphemous Lord’s amusent.
Thump Thump.
Lanci tapped his knuckles on the Principal’s Office door, signaling the two demon ladies inside to notice him.
He was slightly surprised, unsure why there would be two demons in his office.
"Miss, that seat doesn’t belong to you, could you please move?"
Lanci pointed towards the Principal’s seat, speaking to Blasphemous Lord logast.
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