Chapter 8: Crazy
The grand hall where the director of the Sacred Academy of Light would give his opening speech to encourage the new students was about to start, but my mind was elsewhere. In the original story, the protagonist arrived late to the speech, and the reason was simple: it was at that moment when he received the "All-Seeing Eyes" ability and the system bestowed by the goddess. He even had the opportunity to meet the Goddess of Light in person during that brief span of time. This encounter made him late, and surprisingly—or rather unsurprisingly—he wasn't punished. The director, being a man of importance within the goddess's church and possessing a great affinity with light magic, immediately sensed the goddess's blessing on the protagonist. Thus, he instantly gained the support of the church and, consequently, the emperor's favor.
Clicking my tongue in frustration, I realized that this world revolved around him.
But that's not important now... The moment the protagonist entered through those grand doors, he discovered that a filthy demon was among the students...
Arthur's death was, at best, unfortunate. Let's just say it was a stepping stone that propelled the protagonist even higher in winning everyone's favor. What happened was that as he walked forward as if nothing had occurred, he arrived in front of the nervous Arthur and, without a word, stabbed him in the heart. Arthur spewed black blood, but that isn't how you kill a demon. Demons—like me now—don't die from being stabbed in the heart; that method is more like torture. Arthur writhed like a worm as he was repeatedly stabbed by the sword.
Silence fell over the crowd, but the first to react was, of course, the director. Upon seeing that the student, who was actually a demon, didn't die after being stabbed in the heart...
The only way—or the easiest way—to kill a demon is with sacred weapons, essentially those imbued with light magic. The poor Arthur was burned to death by the director's divine flames.
It was a fate worse than death... an agonizing demise. And since everyone hates demons, besides literally being burned to death, they began to insult him and kick his body...
Clenching my fists tightly, anger began to consume my heart. Even though it never actually happened, I felt filled with rage. From what little I know, the real Arthur was a nervous, timid, weak demon... but still, he suffered a terrible death.
But a smile formed on my lips. That damn fool is dead, and better yet, he died by my own hand. The hatred gradually faded, replaced by a deep sense of satisfaction.
As the minutes passed, more and more students began to enter the grand hall. The murmurs grew louder. For the moment, I kept my eyes wide open, trying to spot key characters.
"Hey Art, who are you looking for?" A tug on my shirt brought my gaze back to Leslie. She was pouting beside me. Staring at her in silence... No matter what I said, she never left my side. She was like a leech that, for some strange reason, wouldn't let go of me.
"Well, I'm just curious. As you know, I'm a PLEBEIAN, and seeing such a luxurious place makes me a bit nervous." Damn it, why are you still here? It's not that I hate her or anything, in fact, I enjoy her company. Who in this damn world wouldn't want to have a god-level beauty by their side? Anyone who says otherwise probably likes men... but on the other hand, I'd like to keep my head on my shoulders. I have enough problems right now, and I'm pretty confused...
"Hmmmm." She pursed her lips, and her eyes gleamed for some reason. "After this boring speech, it's time for class assignments..." She began to think, and her eyes lost their previous brightness, turning as empty as the abyss...
Pretending not to notice her change in personality, I moved a bit further away.
"Oh, I know!" Leslie clenched her fist and dragged the chair closer to me. She grabbed my tie and looked me straight in the eyes. "I see you're weak, very weak actually, but I'll protect you. I swear by the goddess! I'll even give you half of my points!"
This has nothing to do with the question she asked me, it's completely out of place... but, looking into her eyes, I saw black spirals in her pupils, just like her hair... "Oh no... why is this happening to me?" Leslie has two personalities: the shy one and the obsessive, crazy one. She usually has the shy one most of the time, but the obsessive, compulsive, and homicidal personality emerged when she first saw the protagonist... so why is it showing now, with me?
Swallowing dryly, I responded, "Are you sure? You should know how important the class assignments are." What the hell am I saying? This will benefit me greatly and solve my worries about the class assignments, but it will also generate more rumors about the goddess Leslie helping a plebeian... Damn it! Nothing can be normal!
"I just need to kill more students, hehehe, it's as easy as killing a fly." She began to blush, lowering her gaze with the eyes of someone on the verge of committing a massacre...
With her delicate, small hand on my tie, she blushed even more and looked directly at me...
"Sniff... Sniff... Sniff..." She started to smell me...
Trying with all my might to pull away from her, it was impossible! Her grip was brutally strong... "Someone save me!!" I pleaded mentally, feeling like my soul was about to be sucked dry and squeezed...
"How nice, kekeke." She let out a distorted smile... My complexion turned extremely pale...
"Attention, aspirants!" A strong voice echoed through the room... the academy director had arrived...
"Oh!" Leslie seemed to snap out of it and released me. Her cheeks were even redder than before, and she quickly turned her head away.
Wiping the cold sweat from my forehead, my body felt extremely exhausted again...