Sakuramoria

In response to the numerous questions pouring in from the concerned student, Duncan simply shrugged and sighed heavily.
— "He's just another student, like all the others, and therefore he should be treated the same way. Raising an alarm about his arrival would simply be unfair!" These were the words of our principal. As you can see, my objections were powerless, so just accept what's happening and, since the matter is already decided, it's better not to let him outdo you on the exams, otherwise, we don't need a demon taking the top spots on the academic list.

-- Indeed. I will try. Well, the incident is over, have a good day.
"Although, what kind of good day can it be when we'll be thinking about the demon walking around all the time until the end of the school year," thought Fortis, while simultaneously understanding that, over time, everything will fade and become commonplace. However, this doesn't give him any right to lower his guard and hope that everything will simply "be okay," that he "doesn't seem violent." Fortis remembered the creature's insolent face – of course, he's not violent; he's got everything under control here. He looks like an overfed cat – just as relaxed, self-satisfied, and won't make a sound – everything will be brought to him on a silver platter, and they'll even say "thank you" themselves. He'll need to talk to people later about what to do with this visiting wonder, how to behave. The principal is out of her mind, and the head of security is useless, so all the responsibility for the demon now rests on the students.
While calculating in his mind how many people will survive until the end of their studies and what other surprises to expect from the principal, Fortis returns to the sports complex.