The ancient corridor was dimly lit, as if ti had co to a standstill.
The demons of the legion were initially looking around in confusion, but in an instant, they seed panicked.
Voices of chaotic debate were incessantly arising among the ranks of the Demon Legion.
In the end, all eyes converged on the Great Love Poet.
As if hit by a spotlight, she beca the sole protagonist.
"You dared to conspire against our superior officer and the Blood Clan ssenger!"
The demons guarding the Demon World Supervision Hall were finally convinced of the real situation, and yelled incredulously at the Great Love Poet and the vice principal.
However.
The Great Love Poet only calmly stood up from the ground, restoring her previously elegant deanor.
"You all saw it earlier, didn’t you? I persuaded the Blood Clan ssenger, and I stopped him."
"Everything I said was true, but he didn’t believe , right?"
"What, are you unreasonable, planning to bully , a delicate woman?"
She slightly lifted her chin, using her provocatively sweet voice to question all the demons of the Guard Squad.
"...!!"
The demon leading the Guard Squad gritted his teeth, reeling in confusion, unable to respond to her words.
Indeed, they had previously heard this principal persuading the Blood Clan ssenger several tis on the corridor leading to the second floor!
"You dared to set a trap inside the academy, do you know what the consequences are?"
The deputy officer stared sternly at the Great Love Poet, as if he had found a reason and seed to be considering arresting the principal with force.
"A trap? What are you talking about? I don’t understand."
The Great Love Poet squinted her left eye and shook her head with a smirk.
Before she could explain anything further, the vice principal behind her stepped forward, exuding terrifying magic fluctuations, forcing the presumptuous Supervision Hall troops to retreat:
"The show in the Devil’s Royal Grant Theater was broadcasted to the significant nobility through the Magic Eye! They can testify that this was a perfectly normal performance, not a trap staged by us! It was only the Blood Clan ssenger who insisted on storming in!"
The vice principal’s voice echoed like a muffled thunderbolt in the dim corridor.
"!!"
The previously prepared and standoffish Guard Squad gradually stepped back by a few paces.
The explanation from the school was flawless.
The more they spoke, the more the military found that they couldn’t justify their actions
Moreover, even if they wanted to go in to rescue the Blood Clan ssenger and their superior officer, none of them dared to enter that enormous door which was a point of no return!
"Seal the entrance tightly! We can’t allow such a tragedy to happen again!"
The Great Love Poet’s expression turned fierce, and she ordered with righteousness.
"Understood."
The vice principal led the way, and a group of high-level professors all stood guarding the theater entrance in the corridor.
"You?!"
The Guard Squad knew that the actions of these bastard teachers were obviously aid at eliminating any hope of rescuing the Blood Clan ssenger and their superior officer.
But this shaless principal seed to have seized the moral high ground, blocking their room for rebuttal!
And so.
The demons on both sides had a stalemate in the corridor for quite so ti.
As the legion of demons cald down to think, they slowly realized a terrifying fact--
Originally, the Supervision Hall and the Departnt of Education had acted against the academy in advance by transferring the strongest principal away.
But not only did the school appoint an acting principal, they also easily manipulated the Blood Clan ssenger and the Supervision Hall.
Every single event seed like a perfect coincidence, yet there was an erging sense of inevitability!
It was as if a gigantic hand was controlling everything behind the scenes.
There might be experts helping behind the scenes at the school!
If they continued to oppose the school, the Supervision Hall troops present might not be able to escape, or even worse, they might not be able to prove their own deaths.
But no matter what, they couldn’t just go back in humiliation. If they couldn’t safely escort the Blood Clan ssenger back, their return would be a dead end!
Thus.
The demons of the Supervision Hall’s troops suffered as if they were undergoing ruthless torture.
On pins and needles.
They were stuck helplessly at the doorway to corridor 24, unable to advance or retreat.
Seeing their tornted expressions, the Great Love Poet also smirked in satisfaction, as if she had just had a satisfying al.
"Vice principal, I will leave the task of sealing corridor 24 to you."
The Great Love Poet touched her smooth gray hair and confidently turned to leave, leaving no worries behind.
She had been playing the dutiful workhorse, now it was ti for so relaxation.
"Rest assured."
The vice principal bowed to the Great Love Poet’s retreating figure, expressing gratitude.
He knew that thanking this noble demoness would also please the one higher-up.
...
In the intricate and diverse corridors,
There were patrolling teachers, but they all bowed respectfully at the sight of the grey-haired, red-skirted demoness.
Just as the Great Love Poet was about to cross into another corridor, reading from her map, Hyperion finally revealed herself from her state of invisibility.
The one who had stayed in the Devil’s Royal Grant Theater as bait to lure the Blood Clan ssenger was Hyperion.
Having developed so resistance to Music Rhythm Magic, she could safely escape the theater’s control after preparing her defenses in advance.
As soon as she had ascertained the immobilization of the Blood Clan ssenger, she snuck out unseen and unnoticed.
"Lanci can relax now, I’ve confird it, the Blood Clan ssenger and the rest of the Supervision Hall officers have joined the choir."
Hyperion sighed.
In just twelve hours at Demon Academy, all the rit she had accumulated over more than a decade probably had been used up.
Hyperion knew she could contact Lanci, who was hard at work in the principal’s office, through the Great Love Poet.
That guy had completely gotten into the role of being the principal.
"..."
The Great Love Poet nodded, communicating with Lanci via telepathy.
"He says you’ve worked hard and asks you to show a good ti."
The Great Love Poet quickly relayed Lanci’s response to Hyperion with a smile.
To the Great Love Poet, besides Lanci, the person she was most familiar with was Hyperion, whom she had t a few tis.
Moreover, for so reason, the Great Love Poet always felt a sense of familiarity with Hyperion.
It’s as if there was a faint blood connection between them.
"Anywhere you want to go."
Hyperion opens her palm to the Great Love Poet, revealing a heap of 10 Credit Coins.
Hyperion felt herself gradually turning into a babysitter.
Lanci’s final task for her was to take the Great Love Poet to the functional area for a treat on his behalf.
It was supposed to be a fun day with the Great Love Poet, but it was actually asking Hyperion to keep an eye on this unpredictable demon.
"Ha! See how I spend all his mana, let’s party!"
The Great Love Poet danced a ballet of joy on the spot.
Lanci promised her that after helping him with this task, she could enjoy so free ti like the wind.
And Lanci did keep his promise.
No doubt, Lanci probably didn’t dare to let her out into the real world, so he let her blow off so steam in this cleared Shadow World.
"Where do you want to go?"
Hyperion moved a bit closer and asked as she looked at the map in the Great Love Poet’s hands.
She knew epic-level summons like the Great Love Poet had unique consciousness and personalities.
But she didn’t know what kind of creepy things a purebred demon with a terrible temper like the Great Love Poet liked the most.
"Let’s first go to the Demon King’s Restaurant to get sothing to eat, and then I want to go to the Devil World Botanical Cultivation Garden."
The Great Love Poet happily stepped forward, eager to get a move on.
Hyperion was a bit puzzled, tilting her head.
Is the grey-haired succubus’s favourite thing actually plants?
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