Who with the what, with the what?

"Let's keep the demonlord part to ourselves for now," Sarveisa said.

The two- up in the sky, flying about.

Mihael could have easily teleported her back to the academy but he didn't.

Sarveisa requested him not to.

"Sure."

"And- since when can you teleport so far away and to places you've never been to?" Sarveisa asked, just curious.

"Hmm… before my first birthday, I suppose."

A mild sigh. "What do you want to do next?"

"I'm not sure. I wanted new experience, new things to do but-"

"So, you were a demonlord, correct?"

"Yes?"

"You murdered people, tortured people, destroyed places and stuff like that?"

"Yes?"

"But you never went on fishing or you never cooked or just traveled and stuff?" Gears turned in Sarveisa's head.

"I didn't have time to, no."

"Then how about living life… peacefully?"

"Excuse me?"

"I mean, why not live life to the fullest this time. instead of destroying, protect. Instead of murdering, save lives. Instead of-"

"Oh, shut up. I'm a demon and-"

"No, you're an angel. And soon you'll be a god. The exact opposite of what you were in your last life. And that's why it's high time to change. After all- it's a new life- your new life…"

Mihael didn't bother replying.

Sarveisa didn't push it further either.

Instead-

They-

Just went back home.

To their small apartment.

***

Two days later, all the staff of the Godness Gracicus academy were called back and vacations were cancelled.

Grade 4 and above were back on campus all the way to grade 8.

Mostly high angels and some angels- but no lesser angels.

With only one exception-

"Is that a lesser?"

"Why's he wearing black? And that badge- he's seriously a god candidate?"

A lot of whispers, raging comments, and even taunts were going on about seeing Mihael walking around.

Mihael didn't care.

He didn't bother.

"Hey- Lesser-" A proud boy came forth- another god candidate. "Who did you steal that badge from?"

"Steal?" Mihael stared, as if to gaze whether the blonde boy was even serious- he was- "Oh I see, so you stole yours and thus you assume everyone did so as well?"

"Funny, huh?" The god candidate took out one of his gloves and threw it at Mihael's chest- "Pick it u-" ARGHHHH!!!! And he proceeded to scream and roll on the ground- as his skin melted, organs charred-

The glove burned in pale blue, turning to ash-

And the boy did so too- but as his skin and organs burned, a light kept on rejuvenating him again and again.

Endless pain.

"No thanks."

Mihael didn't like bestowing the mercy of death-

"Mihael Zable, the headmistress summons you," Aren had appeared, offering a standing bow and waited-

"Maybe later." Mihael shrugged, walking past them.

"Understood." Aren walked back, without even glancing at the burning boy; not his problem.

Meanwhile- though whispers floated- no one dared to mock the little lesser angel.

***

Sometime later Sarveisa was summoned to the headmistress's office.

"He didn't come?" Arnine sighed.

"I was under the impression he asked something of you?"

"And I'm trying, aren't I?"

"So, what do you want of me?" Sarveisa said.

"What happened?"

"How do you mean?"

"I mean, why did you go to the sacred chapel and…" She covered her mouth with one hand- "How come lord Exacalathor is bedridden? I've never seen lady Androma so furious but scared…" She whispered vigorously.

A weak smile. "There's a lot of backstory to that but- I think we might be moving to the lower plains…."

"Wait- who with the what, with the what?"