Even the Demon King is worrying about another world today.

"This was indeed my mistake..." The raccoon's ears drooped.

The referee announced the result, and the two shook hands and made peace.

After Kuro returned to her seat, Mikayi punched her on the head.

"Relax my foot! You almost got stabbed just now."

"Where is it?!" Kuro clutched his head, tears welling in his eyes.

"Where is it not! If I hadn't reminded you, you'd still be attacking that phantom!"

"Hmph! Even if you didn't remind me, I would already know!"

"I don't believe you!"

Hedis couldn't stand the two shouting, so he covered his ears.

He hadn't expected what had just happened. Not only him, but anyone else present probably wouldn't have realized that the figure was an illusion. Only Mikayi himself saw through it.

Is it that wind mages are all very sensitive... or is it that... the existence of Mikai is simply more powerful than he could have imagined?

There weren't many students in their class; the thirty or so students were divided into only a dozen or so groups.

The morning is enough time to finish the practical test, and the afternoon is for submitting the results to the academy for evaluation. Since there are no instructors in class, it's essentially 'self-study time' for the students.

During his short one-hour lunch break, Hedis dragged him to the cafeteria for another chicken meal. For the fitness fanatic Hedis, it was chicken or eggs all day long. Just looking at it made Mikayi feel nauseous, but he had to pretend to eat like a normal human being.

He pretended to put the food in his mouth, then quickly used dark magic to break it down. Mikayi didn't chew his food at all.

When Hedis saw his roommate eating so heartily, devouring the meat without even chewing it, he assumed that Mikayi was hungry and kept piling food into his bowl.

Mikayi was exasperated, but couldn't refuse the other person's kindness.

There's a kind of feeling of not being full that your roommate thinks you haven't eaten enough.

It's worth mentioning that ever since Hedis lectured him about eating staple foods, Kuro has never eaten snacks as meals again. He maintains a balanced diet every day, seemingly genuinely concerned about his physical development.

When I finally returned to the classroom after lingering in the cafeteria, it was already packed. These were the cream of the crop among the empire's young people, all top students and diligent students. Even during self-study periods, they were always punctual and obedient.

As soon as Mikayi returned to his seat, he slumped onto the desk. He had absolutely no interest in studying; flipping through books was simply out of the question.

Those afternoon naps spent slumped over desks after lunch are such distant memories. If I had to trace them back, it would be back in high school during my Earth-era days.

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The only sound was the rustling of pages turning. These humans were mostly beginners in magic, and magical theory was extremely important to them. Classroom knowledge alone wasn't enough for them, so self-study was essential.

Mikayi lay with her head down, her eyes closing, about to drift off to sleep.

"Master..." Kuro nudged the person sleeping next to him and muttered softly.

"Hmm...?" Still incredibly sleepy, although his sweet dream was interrupted, Mikayi didn't complain at all. After all, he was his little apprentice; he could just bear with it.

"I need to pee..."

“…” Mikayi froze. After a long while, he moved his lips and said, “I didn’t stop you…”

"Come with me..." Kurora tugged at Mikayi's sleeve, her eyebrows furrowed, looking very anxious.

“I’m telling you—” Mikayi said in a helpless low voice, “I can’t go into the women’s restroom, Kuro.”

"I know," Kuro tried to act cute in front of her master, but she sounded awkward. She grabbed Mikayi's sleeve and tugged at it again, "It's too far, will you come with me..."

Mikayi sighed, helplessly following Kuro out of the classroom with his head down.

Before leaving, Hedis gave him a sinister smile and said, "Actually, you can go in too, since no one will know anyway."

Mikayi ignored him and instead punched Hedis.

The academy was huge, and the toilets were only located at the end of the corridor on each floor. The vast corridors were deserted and chilly, which was why Kuro insisted that her master accompany her there.

"So drink less milk with lunch. Dairy products are more nutritious if consumed in the morning and evening," Mikayi said.

"What?! It's really necessary to drink milk at noon to help with growth!" Kuro grabbed his master's arm and hurried away.

"We're here!" Kuro clutched his stomach and rushed into the toilet, but turned back after a few steps. "My stomach hurts... Do you have any toilet paper, Master?"

Kuro's face turned red, and his eyes welled up with tears.

Woof.

Mikayi helplessly rummaged through his pockets. This morning, his idiot roommate had indeed stuffed a pack of tissues into his pocket when he left the house.

"Here, take it." Mikayi grabbed a wad of paper and handed it to Kuro.

Kuro then rushed over at an extremely fast speed. Mikayi, on the other hand, leaned against a pillar and waited quietly.

At the other end of the corridor was the one that Renee and Akman had taken him through last time; the two rows of rooms were slightly open, presumably the mentors' offices.

Most of the instructors were assigned to rank positions in the hall by the academy, leaving the rooms empty.

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The faculty meeting hall of the academy was full of people, all of whom were the mentors in charge of this year's students.

As the homeroom teacher, Renee was naturally forced to participate in such a meeting, while Akman, worried about her, decided to come along.

The college takes student ratings very seriously; once a rating is determined, it essentially decides the student's future.

Not to mention that within the academy, the allocation of many resources is based on the students' level, which directly affects the students' school life.

Furthermore, after graduation, it directly affects the likelihood of joining the Adventurers' Guild and the basis for determining one's adventurer rank.

The academy deliberately concealed the importance of rankings. After all, if they knew how crucial it was, they would have desperately tried to score points during the practical tests, potentially causing unnecessary casualties. Such incidents had occurred frequently in the academy's past.

Renee and Akman found a suitable place to sit down, and shortly after they sat down, someone handed them a roster.

The roster recorded the results of the last magic test, and Renee and Akman searched for a name on the list with remarkable understanding.

"B?!" the two exclaimed in unison.

How could the Demon King only be a B-rank! Those ignorant humans!

"Oh..." The man in charge of distributing the forms saw the two students' surprised looks and explained, "That student is a little special. If the magic value is a circle, it would be too difficult to judge the result. So they took a middle number without thinking."

"What do you mean by taking the middle number?! This student looks like an S-class student no matter how you look at it!" Akman complained.

"What S-rank! It should be SSS or Super S-rank!" Renee couldn't sit still and stood up abruptly.

“Well, even though you say that, I also…” The man’s gaze swept over Akman’s chest, and he instantly blushed and his heart pounded. “This is the result of discussions among the academy’s higher-ups. The conclusion has been made and cannot be changed. What we need to do now is to estimate this student’s combat level and then make the final ranking.”

The man pinched his chin thoughtfully, his gaze drifting unintentionally towards Akman: "However, if all the magic tests are B-level, the final rank shouldn't be too different from B. Even if you get a perfect score on the practical test, you can only rise to A at most."

"An A?! How can it only be an A?!" Although Renee was small, her voice was loud enough. Her shout drew several glances from the conference room.

Akman patted Renee on the shoulder, bent down and whispered, "Don't rush, Renee. We can brainwash these people one more time before the results are announced."

Renee nodded, suppressing her anger.

The man seemed to have some authority, and under his direction, the evaluation meeting officially began.

“Ah…” Renee rummaged through her desk and then through her pockets, “Akman…”

Akman turned her head and looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"I forgot to bring the evaluation form for the practical test."

“…” Akman was speechless and said in a low voice, “Hey, you’re a homeroom teacher now and you’re still so forgetful. If the Demon King finds out, he’ll definitely scold you again!”

Akman brought up the Demon King again. Renee immediately cowered at the mention of the Demon King, pouting.

"I didn't mean to leave it behind."

"Alright, you stay here. I'll go get it," Akman said, already leaving her seat.

Akman appeared generous and ran errands without complaint, but she was secretly plotting something else.

While I'm getting the form, I'll steal a few more glances at the Demon King during his self-study class...

Maybe we can even summon the Demon King to his empty office...

Hey hey hey.

Akman's smile was practically overflowing from her face.

After exchanging a few polite smiles with the group of people in the conference room, Akman strode happily toward the classroom.

103 Akman, who was being followed.

Akman stopped at the familiar classroom door. The students inside looked at her with surprise, and Akman craned her neck to look inside.

Akman looked straight down to the last row, but didn't see any familiar faces.

The Demon Lord is really something! He actually skipped class!

Akman touched the leather whip tucked into her waistband and smiled.

Skipping class and such! They really need to be punished properly!

Although she didn't see the Demon King, Akman was in a great mood because she had found a way to punish him. She tiptoed towards her office.

"Who are you?" I pushed open the door to Renee's office, only to find someone already sitting inside.

The other person sat down unceremoniously in the homeroom teacher Renee's seat, legs crossed, ankles twitching incessantly. He seemed completely unfazed by Akman's presence, as if he had been deliberately waiting for her.

"I'm Marcus." The man who called himself Marcus was...

The person who just handed the form to Akman. Akman even complained to him about his classification of Mikayi's magic power as B-rank.

Marcus was obese, with a thick, three-layered belly that jiggled as he shook his leg. His face was greasy, as if he hadn't washed it in ages, and his hair was a classic case of baldness.

In short, he is a greasy, fat man.

Marcus laughed, his face contorting into a crease of fat as he pulled at his skin.

He walked straight up to Akman, his eyes taking in the magnificent sight of her chest. Marcus's laughter grew even more rampant.

The fat, oily hand moved without hesitation toward Akman's plump buttocks.

Akman twisted her body, preventing the greedy hand from succeeding.

This human...

While restraining his emotions, he turned to look at the bold human.

The office was dark and unlit, and Akman's eyes gleamed with a bloodshot glint. This was all the more pronounced in the darkness.

The fat man, of course, didn't notice any of this. He walked around Akman a few times. Akman also turned to the side to follow his steps.