Next day in class.
/Author note - Misha did go to his house, that event did play out, I just didn't write it here, go to the manga if you want to see it./
"Nice to meet you, everyone! From today onwards I'll be in charge of this class if anyone has any problems with that I'll happily kill them." He finished his introduction to the class leaving the students speechless.
...
"How was my joke just now?" He asked Misha.
"I think you'll be misunderstood.
'Tch, I fucked up on my first day, I even tried to be careful with my jokes, but I ended up going too far the first few minutes of class' He facepalmed himself at his own mistake.
He then turned towards Misha hoping she could answer his question. "Ever since I stepped into the classroom I've got the feeling everyone was watching me, do you know why?"
She pointed at my arm, no... the symbol on my arm to be more precise. "That symbol..." She started off. "It shows your entrance exam results, the more lines and vertices you have, the better you did."
"But my school badge is a cross." He said puzzled.
She then continued "It's a symbol never seen before at the academy. It's a brand."
"Meaning what?" He gestured for her to continue.
"You're unqualified." The answer caused his anger to spike due to reasons he didn't want to speak of, but he immediately calmed himself down. That one second of anger put a certain pressure on the students that caused most of them to sweat profusely.
"Ah, is that how it works?". 'I've been labeled as an outcast once again.' He let out a sigh, forgetting his previous outburst.
...
"Hey, Misha." Daemon whispered
"Hm?"
"Can you say the founder's name?" He asked.
"The founder's name is revered and must not be said out loud." She gave an almost robotic answer.
"And my name is?"
"Daemon."
He then put his index finger in front of her forehead
"What's the matter?" She looked at him confused.
"Think of the founder's name" He gave her a simple command.
'Demon Lord of Tyranny Daemon Resvit.' He never chose some title like 'Demon Lord of Tyranny' he didn't even choose to be called Demon Lord they just gave it to him.
'Resvit? I mean come one, if you are going to impersonate me pick a better last name.' He criticized the impostor's naming sense.
/Author note - my naming sense isn't good either, that's the best name I could come up in like 40 minutes./
"That name is wrong." He shook his head.
"It's right, no lordfolk would ever get it wrong." She shook her head refusing to believe the person whose name had been passed down through history is the wrong one.
"I'm telling you it's wrong, you can believe what you want tho." 'I'll correct it soon.' He said in his head, already thinking of how to correct the mistake.
He then let crocodile tears stream down his face. "Such unfilial descendants, they can't even remember that I don't even have a last name."
"Hm?" Misha tilted her head wearing a confused expression.
/Author note - I'm definitely reading too many Chinese novels if I'm using unfilial.
"It's nothing." He said wiping the tears away with his sleeve.
...
"Everyone please get to your seats. I am Emelia, the homeroom teacher for this class, nice to meet you." A beautiful teacher with light purple hair, she also carried an air of confidence around her and was somewhat busty walked in front of the class