“Have you packed everything that you need, dear?” My father asks while dragging my luggage behind him as we head for my room in the academy. “I got all my clothes. I think the rest of my baggage will be delivered tomorrow.” I inform my father. After a week of preparation, I am finally moving to my room in the academy. To say that I am excited is a little bit of an understatement. I finally get to have my own space. It’s not like I do not mind living under my parent’s roof, but with my current sneaking off, I am always on constant vigilance that they might check my room one night only to find me missing. “Will you really be alone? Won’t you have a roommate?” My mother looks like she is on the verge of dragging me back home if I give her an unsatisfactory answer. “Mom, she’s staying in the scholarly department. They have their own rooms.” My brother informs her. “Besides, if she’s going to have any trouble, I can always go in and make sure that no one is bullying her.” My brother gr
Thanks to Archer’s help, I managed to have the perfect curtain for my window—seriously, I don’t even know why I am obsessed with it. I didn’t get to hunt last night as I was busy scouting the entire campus and familiarizing myself with any emergency exits that I might need in the future. There are wards on the school's campus that would detect if a student uses their magic or if a demon manages to enter. Fortunately, my talent was an exception, as it is neither a good nor an evil talent once I absorb the demon’s ability in me. If there’s such a scale of good and evil, my absorbed talents would stay in between. I start to change into some jeans and a white shirt for the orientation. I know that orientation is where everyone will have to make a good first impression, but since I do not want to attract anyone’s attention, I opted to wear something plain. I don’t need any friends because they would just be a hindrance to my mission. From the noise outside of my room, I can assume tha
At night, I would hunt for demons, and during the day, I would either be in my room or out on the school field thinking of what to do to showcase my talent. “What am I supposed to do with my healing talent? Shoot a bird and heal it?” I wonder out loud while I am staring at the ceiling of my dorm as I lie on my bed. “That would be a great idea, but where will you get a bird?” It’s almost the middle of the night, and I got home early so I could sleep and wake up on time for the testing. Imagine my surprise and how hard I was trying to stop myself from screaming. I look down at the side of my bed to see Verpheghor lying there with a smiley face mask on. “Hello, baby bug.” He greets me and waves cheerfully. I’m stunned when I see him there. “What are you doing here? How…how did you manage to pass the wards?!” “There are wards? What’s a ward?” He tilts his head to the side and taps a finger on the side of his white mask. I know that he is just trying to play stupid at this point. “If y
At the first sight of the hellhounds running amok in the school grounds, all of the students started to panic and scream. “Everyone, get inside! Find shelter!” The instructor screams. I see a movement in my peripheral vision while the team captain goes to assist the students in evacuating. A familiar figure seems to be hiding in the shadows of the building columns with a black hood and a smiling mask underneath. Verphegor notices me looking and begs me to come close. No way. What is he doing here?Amidst the commotion, I headed over to where the hell prince was hiding and joined him in the shadows. “What are you doing here?! There are hunters around. You could be seen!” I try to keep my voice low as I scold him, turning my head constantly to see if anyone passes by us. Verphegor brushes away my concern. “Don’t worry too much. It is going to be fine. Besides, the hunters are too focused on catching the hellhounds. Anyway, I have come to give you these.” He takes my hand and place
I manage to get back with the others just in time as they called me. Due to the heavy burns and damage sustained by the other hunters, they needed healers. And as far as the record of talent goes, I am a healer. They called me to the infirmary, where it was almost full of injured hunters who tried to stop the hellhounds from going berserk. The hunters who suffered severe burns are all in the emergency room, separated from the rest of the injured bodies. I could not count how many injuries I had at the time, but I am pretty sure that I have healed a lot since Archer suddenly arrived and pulled me out of the crowd. “You need a break.” He says, pulling me by the arm. His grip and hold are strong enough that he managed to pull me up on my feet. “I’m fine. I can still heal a few more people.” I say. I can’t help but feel a little responsible for what happened. If only I grilled Verphegor to tell me more about his escaped pets, I could have prepared better. It’s my fault, and the others
The following day, I was bedridden. In spite of my best efforts, I wake up with next to no energy the day after tending to a large number of injured hunters and semior upperclassmen. It is a shame that I could not witness the performances of my other peers in showcasing their talent. It would have been a good opportunity for me to assess their skills and talents. The following night, I could tell that Verphegor had visited me. It’s not because I sensed him, but because of the black teddy bear that he left at my side with the ‘V’ initial and a cutely drawn heart next to it. Sometimes, it is hard to think that he’s one of the seven princes with his silly activities. In a way, I guess that this is how he wants to thank me for keeping his hellhounds safe. The difference between scholars and regular students is that we can get hands on training with real hunters when we get chosen by a team leader who is looking for new recruits for their respective squad. They were all there when we we
For the first time, I am the first one in the room. According to the email that I received, we should be here at around 8 a.m. sharp. Strange. I know that I am not always early, but not arriving your assigned room fifteen minutes before the time is usually my style. I wonder if the others have overslept? If not, did I get the date wrong? Just to be sure, I double checked the day on my phone. As I figured, I am not mistaken, so why am I still the only one here? I waited some more, but it was already way past the meeting time, and no one still showed up. Did I miss an email informing me about postponing the meeting? I'm starting to scroll through my phone contacts until I find the name of Archer in my list. I guess having his contact information has its perks. I don’t entirely feel good about being friends with my new commander and immediately calling him, but what else am I supposed to do? Before I can hit the call button, the lights in the room start to turn off. I hear sev
After what seems like a very hectic test, as Archer likes to call it, he starts to lead us to the other building in the academy. From what I have read in the pamphlet, there’s a portion of the academy allotted to the buildings of the team captains. It was a long walk before we arrived at Squad Building 7, which is where Archer’s assigned squad is located. The building is at least three stories high and designed carefully with thick materials and coatings in case of an emergency. We got inside, and the first thing I saw was the lounge, where a few students were gathered. Most of them are already my seniors. Surprisingly, I see some familiar faces in the room—Anasthasia and Alucard. It seems like I am the last one to arrive because everyone was already looking comfortable in their seats until we arrived. “Sorry, we’re late.” Jackie announces, greeting the other members in the room. “We have some matters that need attending to because of someone.” She emphasizes the last word and tur