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— Oh! — Ladia put her hand to her mouth in surprise. — How barbaric!
"Although they lean a little towards the other extreme, as far as I remember."
— I mean, traditions are different, — explains what was said. — So don't be surprised...
Let's just beat that damn demon.
I suggest we bully him until he has a nervous breakdown. Let's take his bed outside at night. Lock him in the bathroom. Pee in his briefcase. Tie his shoelaces together.
During the inspection of the sports complex, a group of students was paralyzed by Buddlea's scream.
— What IS that?!
Could it be that Carvia Imas has returned and already chosen a new victim?!
No, this time, the source of Buddlea's horror turned out to be a two-meter-tall demon. Yes, he wasn't as hideous as most of his brethren, but he was definitely a demon, and what was most frightening was how naturally he fit in with the others.
— My name is Alidum Sirabe, — the demon replied to Buddlea's squeal, — I suppose that should answer your question.
— And it can even talk! Miss Sidge!! What does this mean?
— What does it mean...? — Vallota Sidge nervously laughed. — Hmm, this is our new student from Eolia, Alidum Sirabe...
The terrified scream that shattered the student chatter in the hall involuntarily reminded Nira of the April incident. Hurrying back to the rest of the group, the girl just caught the beginning of an interesting show. At the opening, in the bustling and jostling crowd, a strange man in a masquerade costume briefly caught her attention, but only now was she able to get a better look at the "guest of honor." She had only encountered something like this at circus performances, and even then, she had serious doubts whether there were real demons there.
From all sides, frightened and angry whispers and exclamations were immediately heard. Varya bravely stepped forward towards Vallota, as if she intended to shield the other students from the extraordinary sight with her imposing figure. Behind them, there was a commotion and cursing, after which the distorted face of a new Selenite student emerged from the crowd, muttering something and quickly rushing away. Nira thought that some of the students were going to follow his example, taking a safe distance away from the semi-circle that had formed, with the horned creature at its center.
Of course, the problem here was not at all his appearance. Even if he were a three-headed Refetian dragon, as long as his homeland promised prosperity, peace, and wealth, it would not be difficult to find common ground. However, after casually reading a newspaper, Nira could not get rid of a simple truth: the more "unfortunate" refugees from the Eolian region the academy kindly accepts, the greater the chance that one of them will turn out to be a man-hating terrorist. This is not to mention that, having reached a critical mass, they will simply begin to cluster in communes, disregarding the culture and traditions of the host country in favor of their own wild ways.
But what could she do? Magic or no magic, she still lacked the authority to resolve the issue at a higher level. Just staring in fear at the strange creature would equate her to the rest of the gray mass of students. Running away would show cowardice. She could politely greet him, but the moment was clearly inappropriate, and it was unlikely to improve her reputation.
Deciding that she wouldn't be able to present herself in a favorable light in this situation anyway, Nira shrugged and returned to inspecting the gym equipment.
— My name is Alidum Sirabe,” the demon replied to Buddleia’s squeal, “I believe that should satisfy your question.
— And it can talk! Miss Siege!! What does this mean?
— What does it mean…? — Vallotta Siege nervously laughed. — Hmm, this is our new student from Aeolia, Alidum Sirabe…
— Gideon thought, staring intently at Alidum. He didn’t seem hostile, he spoke, and he was dressed quite civilly, and even Vallotta was acting as if this was acceptable—but it was definitely some kind of illusion, magic from the Abyss, unleashed upon the human world by Rishi. His hand released the rifle strap and touched the pistol on his belt, but he immediately realized that there was little point in that—as the duel with Elliott had shown, his skill with that weapon left much to be desired. He needed to fix that urgently. With difficulty, he tore his gaze away from the overly exotic guest, turned, and walked towards the library.
After studying the principles of using a pistol, he also returns his book to the library.
+ pistol level 1
-- Well, yes, it doesn't sound great, but being not the only one must be just as unpleasant as not being the only one. I understand that this probably doesn't bother the Lilies, but even the Ka'ol in your Eolia seem to prefer living in pairs...
"Although they tend to go to the other extreme, as far as I remember."
-- I mean, traditions are different," he explains. "So don't be surprised..."
Added 5 minutes later
-- Thank you. There are many questions, but they are all related to one problem. Why should we find out about him... like this? Our elder told me about, um, an incident with Dion and Carvia. People aren't exactly on edge, but they're on alert. And then this happens, a walking personification of a threat to national security in broad daylight. It seems like they should warn us about such things, explain in advance that everything is okay, otherwise something bad might really happen. Was this some kind of stress test? Or a combat readiness test, and we should have at least tied him up, if not shot him? Of course, all these questions are rhetorical, and if this is a test, they definitely won't tell me anything, but I'm getting at... Will there be any more surprises, and if so, how should we act? We may not be soldiers, but recent events show that our vigilance and determination still matter. But these qualities are worthless if you don't know what's going on.
I suggest we bully him until he has a nervous breakdown. Let's take his bed out to the street at night. Lock him in the bathroom. Pee in his briefcase. Tie his shoelaces together.
— "He's just a student like everyone else, and therefore he should be treated the same way as everyone else. Raising the alarm about his arrival would simply be unfair!" These were the words of our headmistress. As you can see, my objections were powerless, so just accept what is happening, and since the issue is already resolved, it's better not to let him outperform you on the exams, otherwise, we'll have a demon taking the top spot on the list of academic achievements.
— Well, I understand. Sorry if my comments seemed harsh to you; I was just a little surprised.
-- So, we're talking to a princess now? Wow...
"She really looks like she stepped out of a picture of Emerald, only younger."
-- I'm glad to meet you all too.
— Ah, — Shera sighed, looking into the distance, — something tells me that the guys' meeting is going much more interestingly...
— Well, what's up? Are you just messing around? Tell us something interesting. It's our duty... To welcome guests with bread and salt.
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.
"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.
Varya stood there thoughtfully for a while, but realizing that she couldn't expect much help from anyone and the silence was dragging on, she finally said to Shere:
-- So, what's up? Why are you hesitating? Tell me something interesting. It's our duty... To welcome guests with bread and salt.