[ Faculty Room – Moments After the Misfits Exit]
A tense silence lingered.
Robin blinked. "Did… Iruma-kun just say Royal One?"
Balam smiled warmly, fidgeting with a plushie. "He's grown, hasn't he? That pressure just now... he felt like a different demon entirely. I Must ask him i want to know more about him."
Kalego scoffed, arms crossed, but his brows were furrowed.
"That boy is a Trouble maker. Even if he is a strong demon i cant let a demon who don't have any Disciple and Honor."
Robin tilted his head. "But isn't that what we want from demons?"
Kalego didn't answer immediately.
Instead, he looked out the window where Iruma and his class were heading toward the ancient sealed building on the far side of campus.
"We'll see if they're worthy of even standing before those doors."
"A king class is mean . All demon Trust them not by only abilites but as virtue"
[ Babyls – Path Toward the Royal One]
Leaves rustled as the Misfit Class walked in silence toward the old, imposing tower.
It stood at the school's edge—stone blackened, doors sealed with binding sigils long since dulled by time. Gargoyle motifs stared down from above, as if judging those who dared approach.
Clara clung to Alice's arm. "Uwah~! It looks super spooky! Like a cookie jar!"
Alice adjusted his gloves. "That's the Demon King's classroom. Naturally, its presence is overwhelming."
Gaap whistled low. "So this is where the King studied, huh? Looks more like a prison."
Jazz leaned against a column. "Still better than the dumpster we're in."
"It's fitting."
Iruma spoke at last, arms crossed as he stared at the entrance.
"A cage of power, sealed off from weak-willed demons."
Caim chuckled nervously. "Haha, you sound like someone who's planning a unlawful seizure."
"I might be."
Iruma turned, scanning the group with those chilling eyes.
"Before we proceed—I want to know something."
He raised a single finger.
"During the Dissolution Election… who voted for Ronove?"
There was a pause. Then:
Gaap Goemon raised his hand.
Jazz reluctantly lifted his.
Shax Lied grinned and waved.
Allocer Schneider, arms folded, gave a single nod.
Ix Elizabetta giggled and raised her hand.
Crocell Kerori, behind her idol persona façade, also lifted hers sheepishly.
Caim raised his hand timidly. "I voted for Ameri…"
"Of course you did." murmured Jazz.
Iruma took it in calmly.
"None of you chose the strongest leader. You chose who made you feel something. Ronove was flashy. Charismatic. Ameri was... stable. Strong. Maybe he is charismatic spell on you guys. Maybe!!"
He walked toward them slowly.
"You all chose Easy, because that's what suits you. You don't want control—you want attention. You want freedom."
"If a strong leader is given to you must follow him, But if a friend or cool guys is given as a leader You all can Work together ? See How Dumb that sound like. Well what can i see . Much of Fools"
"Hey , Iruma I know you going to do something for our class but don't say thing like that" Sabro said that with bit much show but he himself feeling the guilty .
"Shut up. Sabro. This is our matter our class matter. I Do not allow such a foolish thing in my class?"
The group shifted uncomfortably.
"You're egotistical."
"Dangerous."
"Exactly what demons should be."
Sabro smirked. "You are not wrong."
"That's why the Royal One is perfect for us."
Iruma turned toward the door.
"It was built for royalty. For power. For demons who were too unique to be taught like the rest. Sound familiar?"
His voice carried strength, charisma, edge.
"Private training space. Customized magic channels in the floor. An auto-repairing structure. It even has spell amplifiers built into the pillars. We'd be unstoppable inside."
The class began murmuring among themselves.
"Spell amplifiers?"
"Custom training areas?"
"That's cheating…"
"That's amazing!"
Iruma held up a hand and the whispers stopped.
"We don't have long. Three days. So we'll give the school something to talk about. Even if its mean To disown Our pride."
He snapped his fingers.
"We show our value through mischief. Disturb the order—but don't break the law. Push boundaries. Stir things up. And when the teachers wonder why… let them see it's because they trapped royalty in a trash heap."
Jazz whistled.
"You want chaos, huh? Who's your frontliner?"
Iruma turned to him.
"You."
Jazz blinked.
"...Me?"
"You're sneaky. You understand limits. You know how to cause a scene without getting caught. You'll be our vanguard."
Jazz grinned slyly.
"Now that's a title I can work with."
Clara bounced up and down. "Can I be the sticker commander?! I'll put stickers everywhere!"
Alice simply nodded, already aligning to Iruma's flow.
"Whatever role you give me, Iruma-sama."
Sabro cracked his neck. "Can I punch anyone who insults our class?"
"Just don't leave a body, but Sabro You must not hurt any teacher" Iruma said with a shrug.
Caim blinked. "Are we seriously doing this?"
Iruma looked over his shoulder, his dark eyes burning like twin moons.
"No, Caim. We're not doing anything. We're reminding this school who we are."
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[ Faculty Room – Early Afternoon]
The clacking of pens and the soft rustling of parchment filled the Faculty Room. Kalego sat at his desk, papers neatly aligned, brows furrowed in concentration.
"Tch. Iruma and that bunch… they're serious about this?" he muttered, recalling their bold declaration about transferring to the Royal One.
From a table across the room, Robin and another teacher chuckled in hushed tones.
"Did you hear? They're going around asking for approval signatures. How quaint."
"I heard they're planning to hit all the staff within three days."
"No way they'll pull it off. Especially not with Kalego as their first wall."
Kalego's pen froze mid-stroke.
"What did you just say?"
Robin jumped slightly as Kalego stood, arms crossed.
"If they want my seal, they'll have to take it from my cold, unconscious hand."
[ Misfit Classroom – Moments Earlier]
Jazz's jaw hung open.
"Wait. You want me to what?"
Iruma, relaxed and composed, sat at his desk with one leg crossed over the other, arms folded as his cloak trailed behind him.
"Steal something personal from Kalego."
Everyone in the classroom stiffened.
"W-what?! Are you insane, Iruma-sama?!" Valac Clara cried out, flailing wildly.
"He's scary!" added Caim, hiding behind his desk.
Even Alice, ever loyal, furrowed his brows.
"Iruma-sama, that's Kalego we're talking about."
Iruma closed his eyes, smiling ever so slightly.
"That's exactly why."
Jazz blinked, his mind racing.
"You… you want to taunt the biggest obstacle first?"
"No." Iruma opened his eyes, revealing that piercing calm glow.
"I want to send a message: that we've already slipped through his defenses before he even noticed."
The class was quiet.
Iruma stood and placed a hand on Jazz's shoulder.
"You're the vanguard, Jazz. No one's better at this than you."
Jazz hesitated—then grinned slowly, wickedly.
"Heh… okay. Time to prove I'm top thief."
"Yes."
[ Faculty Hallway – Minutes Later]
Kalego stood before a noticeboard, inspecting some postings. Iruma and Jazz approached casually.
"Kalego-sensei."
Kalego turned, already annoyed.
"What now, Iruma?"
Iruma gave a faint, respectful nod.
"We were thinking... to simplify the process, why not become my familiar again? That way we can get your approval directly through a familiar seal."
A vein twitched in Kalego's forehead.
"Absolutely not!" he shouted, thunder crackling in the air. "Do you take me for a joke? Do you have any idea the shame—!"
His rant echoed through the hallway, drawing attention. And in the background…
Jazz's hand extended behind Kalego's back.
The serpent tattoos on his arm slithered to life—Pit: Serpent Thieves.
Slip…
In a flash, the spell activated. A single item was pulled out without Kalego noticing—a leather-bound, gold-trimmed planner.
Jazz concealed it expertly under his coat, and the two began stepping away.
"Well then, we'll be going—"
"Hold it."
Kalego's voice dropped.
The air froze.
"Give me back my familiar seal."
Iruma slowly reached into his coat and returned the glowing sigil—no fuss, no resistance.
"Of course. Just thought I'd try. I want to see my Purple crow."
Kalego snatched it, inspecting it with a huff.
"Hmph. Don't waste my time. And that will not going to Happen." He turned and left with his cloak billowing behind him.
Once he was out of sight—
Jazz grinned, pulling out Kalego's planner and waving it.
"Bingo."
Iruma smirked, satisfied.
"Now, let's go make a deal."
[ Faculty Room – Later That Day]
Momonoki-sensei blinked at the item presented before her.
"Is that… Kalego-sensei's planner?!"
Iruma nodded calmly.
"All his teaching schedules, notes, and little thoughts on every student he finds annoying."
Jazz leaned in, whispering.
"Page 17 has a doodle of his familiar Cerberus eating Iruma's head."
Momonoki flushed. "E-eh?! But that's private—!"
"And it's yours… if we get your stamp."
She hesitated. Trembled.
But Jazz's smile and Iruma's calm stare pressed on.
After a long silence…
Thump.
Momonoki stamped the document.
"D-don't tell him it was me…"
Iruma gently closed the planner.
"Of course. Your secret's safe with us. Mam"