In the spacious classrooms of Demon Academy, under the blend of dim lights, the wood grain on the oak flooring and the carpets all carried a sense of inexplicable desolation and melancholy. The only clear sound was that of the examiner's footsteps, as if the moving intention to kill was wandering around the examination room.
The back row of the examination room.
Hyperion bowed her head, her eyes slightly trembling, her mind blank.
She had never thought that she would end up in a Shadow World where she had to pretend to be a demon.
For her, it was an extreme form of execution.
Because, compared to other challengers temporarily disguised as demons by the background of the Shadow World, she was directly stripped of her daily Disguise Magic, revealing her true demonic form.
This was what she, even if she were to die, would not want the people of the Royal Capital to see. Hyperion was unsure how to face Lanci in this form.
