[???'s POV?]
Currently, I found myself in the middle of a pristine, clean facility.
The beige walls contained a few dozens of wooden benches, chairs, and a group of 50 demons, including myself.
The furniture stayed perfectly in its place… Not a single centimeter off. Whereas the students stayed on the chairs, each of them wearing their own unique set of clothes.
There's also the teacher, Miss Erlimna Comenius, who stood upright by the board. Occasionally, her deep purple fingers clashed almost inaudibly.
A peculiarly sharp tail poked out of her back, but remained mostly in place.
On the front of our classroom, stood four individuals with lavender skin. They all dressed quite neatly for this event.
These four demons are soldiers, and the teacher invited them here in order to give us an opportunity to learn about the ongoing war.
A fifth one was supposed to be here today, but he didn't come for a fairly simple reason.
He wasn't mentally stable enough.
Thus, the authorities of the college really didn't want to have an individual who could have a potential meltdown. So, in order to keep the facilities and the pupils safe, he was "spared" from coming.
"... Does anyone have any questions?" asked one of the soldiers, who had a long scar running down his right eye.
"Yes." Replied one of the sitting students, wearing a dark blue blazer. He sat up, and looked at the standing demons, right in their eyes.
"What do you guys think of the current Demon Queen's efforts, or absolute lack of, to win the war?"
The four soldiers' expressions hardened, as soon as the student asked that question.
"... Did you not hear my question? What do you think-"
"W-we heard it, loud and clear," interjected one of the soldiers, wearing a fairly decent suit.
On the soldier's head rested two horns. A healthy one, and a broken one.
"However, the intent of that question is obvious. Thus, we refuse to answer."
"Hmph, I should have expected that from a bunch of nameless nobodies..." replied the young demon, with utter disdain in his face.
Only for someone to clear their throat.
"Lardo Melkwon, shouldn't you be more respectful towards other members of your own race?" voiced a certain student…
Whetarn Drek, a black dragon from Mephino.
His relatively pale skin contrasted greatly with the gray buttoned shirt he wore. Like most of his kind, he looked nigh impeccable, with his tidy dark hair, and even with the black scales on his arms.
"I would be, if these guys were important enough to have a surname, or at least if they had the decency to answer a question involving that useless bitch they call a Queen."
Pushing up the frame of his fake, yet stylish glasses, Whetarn observed the chaos that took over the classroom, in mere seconds.
"Watch your foul words, Lardo. You're talking about our Queen!"
Seeing the turmoil brewing in the snow white classroom, I looked at the teacher, and gave her a nod. Seconds later, I departed from the class, with my bag in my hand.
Alongside a few others, I left the classroom, where yet another pointless argument between the revolutionaries supporters and anti-revolutionaries started.
'... Right. I have to meet up with that guy.'
Even though I had a few more classes scheduled for today, the teachers shouldn't mind my absence.
Footsteps echoed all around me, as students in the hallways all headed towards their destination. Yet, all of them made sure to keep their distance.
Only for someone to reach out, and slightly tap my shoulder from behind.
"L-Lady Velliesta…"
As I turned around, I spotted a demon bowing his head down. In spite of his shaking body and occasional stutters, he spoke up.
"I-I like you. Will you go out with me?"
"No."
He didn't raise his head, and I walked away, indifferently. As always.
"Another heartbroken victim of the Witch of Time, it seems."
"Damn, and he was from her class, too."
Such whispers were common, after an event like this happened. Though, I got used to it a while back…
Nothing else of interest happened on my way out, nor on my way towards my destination.
… After an hour or so, I reached a badly lit alleyway. The sort that most wouldn't even think of crossing.
Some trash cans rested by the worn, brown walls. Rats sometimes climbed out of them, usually holding some trash.
I merely walked straight into it.
And soon enough, a familiar voice made its way into my ears.
"Oi, oi. You sure took your sweet time, eh Anne?"
Behind me stood a blue-skinned winged fiend.
Llen, a mercenary in the Integration realm specialized in assassinations. And an annoying fuck.
Considering he's only a few years older than me, I had to admit one thing: He's quite talented to reach such a high grade.
This individual was hired by the Apostles of my School, in order to carry out some… operations.
Unfortunately for me, just because he had an insane growth potential, didn't mean he had enough neurons to use said potential outside of combat.
"I was busy."
"I know, Anne, I know. As the most talented beauty in the Velliesta School, you always are… But eh, I suppose it's alright. Anyway, what do we have to deal with now?"
"Queen Violet is finally going to give a public speech, after spending over half a decade in isolation."
"Of course, we can't allow something like that to go perfectly. Why, my salary would go down the drain if nothing happens!"
I sighed, regretting ever accepting working with this guy.
"You are neck-deep in a conspiracy that could quite possibly get you executed if the Queen's allies find out, and your main concern is just money??"
"Oh, no, it's not just money. If I fail, I won't be able to see your gorgeous face again!"
… I take back what I said. He's not just talented in combat.
His talent in acting like an idiot is, as far as I'm aware, unmatched.
I let out yet another sigh, indirectly cursing whichever Apostle thought it'd be a wise idea to recruit this guy into our cause, and walked off.
With Llen following me, of course.