Extra Demon: Sacred Academy of Light

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"Nearly 17 students seriously injured… Furious parents demanding a clear explanation of what the hell just happened. They even threatened to stop funding the academy if there was no accountability for their spoiled children."

A man frowned as he read one of the piles of papers scattered across his desk.

"If they knew I actually had no idea about this… what would they think? No doubt they'd complain endlessly," he said, letting out a small chuckle and shaking his head.

"This is a very serious problem—quite serious, actually. Not to mention, some demons managed to escape amidst all the chaos... And now, the Magic Tower is also demanding answers about the situation." He sighed, visibly troubled, as he set the papers down on his desk.

His bright platinum eyes turned to his daughter, then to his niece beside her, and finally toward Saint Seraphine in the background.

"What do you three have to say for yourselves?" he asked calmly.

"Ehm..." Elizabeth became visibly nervous, knowing full well she was the primary cause of the whole situation. "Well… I really don't have an excuse. But!! I will say in my defense that no one died! That's the most important thing right now, even if they walked away with a few scratches..."

"Some of them lost a limb. Besides the physical damage, the psychological trauma must be far worse," Emilia said coldly, her indifferent gaze fixed on her niece.

Elizabeth's eyes widened as she clutched her chest, overacting as if her own mother had betrayed her. With teary eyes, she said, "But Saint Seraphine can take care of that!" She clenched her fists. "Damn crybabies whining over a lost limb! I'll show them what real pain is!" Her eyes gleamed dangerously.

"No, you won't, Princess," the director said as he massaged his temples. Honestly, he thought it was far more difficult dealing with these three. He closed his eyes for a moment. "Let's say the Magic Tower is at fault. Blame it on their experiments. We'll talk to them later and reach an agreement. After all, the Magic Tower is receiving funding from the crown. It's the easiest and most logical option right now."

He looked at the three women. "What about young Evelyn?" he asked.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"She's resting; she won't take long to wake up," Seraphine answered this time. "For now, it's best to leave her alone… well, you know why. She can be very explosive if she's bothered more than necessary."

Elizabeth's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Oh!"

"Stop thinking about unnecessary things," Emilia said, already knowing her niece's intentions. She pinched her side and glared at her severely. "Enough," she said with a stern expression.

Elizabeth pouted. "Fine…"

"Setting that aside…" The director rummaged through the piles of papers and handed one of them to the young princess.

Elizabeth took it curiously, quickly scanning its contents. After reading it, she put on an adorable smile, but her eyes grew extremely cold. A terrible killing intent descended upon the office.

"I don't like this," she said darkly. The room fell silent, and everyone simply stared at her.

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Opening my eyes… everything is blurry. My senses are somewhat… disoriented, but what I can clearly feel is the terrible pain coursing through my body.

"..."

I also feel an unbearable itch all over my damn body! Cursing under my breath and gritting my teeth, I stare fixedly at the ceiling. The memory of that conversation with Lilith inexplicably resurfaces in my mind. Closing my eyes, I murmur to myself, "Damn it, my whole body seriously hurts…"

Hearing soft breathing beside me, I turn my head slightly. Black hair, beautiful and soft, spills across the white sheets. Her eyes are closed, and she's breathing peacefully. It's Leslie.

A warm feeling passes through my heart, but it doesn't go unnoticed. Letting out a heavy sigh...

[Ding! Congratulations! The host has successfully completed the mission: Hunt or Be Hunted.]

[The host has gained 5 levels!]

[Ding! The host has deactivated and authorized hybrid transformation.]

[The host's body was unable to withstand the power of the transformation!]

[Analyzing...]

[The host's body has been burned by blue flame. The host's internal organs have suffered severe damage!]

[Recalculating...]

[The host's injuries have been completely healed by the Seventh Seraphim.]

[Optimal condition achieved!]

[Analyzing...]

[The host's soul has been fractured! The host's soul has suffered irreparable damage!]

[Error...] [Analyzing...] [Recalculating...]

[The Symbol of Lust has reduced the damage by half!]

[The host's soul has been temporarily restored! The host is strongly advised to fully heal their soul!]

[The host's lifespan has been halved!]

[Analyzing...]

[Requirement: The host must consume the Soul Fruit to fully restore their fractured soul.]

[Time limit: 1 month!]

[Warning: If the host does not consume the fruit within the time limit, their soul will be completely devoured by the system.]

[Recommendation: The host must avoid using the blue flame during this time.]

"Perfect…" Looking at the system notifications, I close my eyes and find myself in another place. It's a deep, pale black. My gaze shifts forward. If there's one word to describe the soul, it's a mirror—a large, crystalline mirror. Like any mirror, it should be in perfect condition. In my case…

Watching the sparkling particles falling beneath me, they resemble tiny stars vanishing into the air. Looking up, my great mirror was, as the system said, fractured. Large cracks spread across its surface, and stardust poured from those cracks. It had hundreds of fractures, yet, miraculously, it hadn't shattered into pieces.

With a smile, I clenched my fists tightly. Was it worth it? Of course it was. What's the price? A fractured soul and time hanging over my neck once again...

"Soul Fruit…" I've never heard of it before. I didn't even know it existed. Lowering my gaze, I stare into the void. "Symbol of Lust..." It seems Lilith saved my neck once again. I have a certain image of her motives toward me. Even though they may seem sinister, I suppose she's always trying to protect me. For her own benefit? I still don't know. But honestly, I don't care right now. As long as I can stay alive, I'll have to bother her again.

Looking back at the great mirror, I mutter, "I shouldn't even be alive…"

A broken soul basically means death. Your flesh lives, but your soul dies.