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

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

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

Marvon Belingham. Now there’s a name that I never thought I would hear in this life. Not only is he the son of Dein Belingham, CEO of the Belingham Industry, the main provider of materials used to forge hunter weapons. The reason I am surprised to hear about him is because he should have died weeks ago, at least from what I remember from my past life. The reason for his death was an incurable illness. What could have changed so that Marvon is able to survive in this timeline? “Focus, Zarah.” Jackie nudges me when I am lost in my own thoughts. For some reason, Archer assigned me the task of escorting Marvon because we are of the same age and have almost similar schedules. “Anytime now, and the guest will arrive.” “Do you know what Marvon would look like?” I ask her. “Not a clue.” Jackie shakes her head. “The only son of the Belingham family has been kept indoors because of how sickly he always is. That being said, no one knows what he looks like.” “Then how are we supposed to

Fighting a demon is one thing, but babysitting one is another. I hate it. I rather just kill the guy right here and right now, but by doing so, I would not figure out why he decided to appear so early on the timeline. Has my meddling with the past changed the future? Is the upcoming apocalypse drawing nearer as we speak? I don’t have much time to dwell on my thoughts because Marvon is keeping me busy enough to make me lose my mind. It’s not enough that he is enticing students to gamble with him; he is beginning to convince other professors too. I don’t know how he manages to do it, so I am guessing that maybe it is one of his demonic skills to entice people to gamble their money. He did try to charm me into gambling, but for some reason, it did not work. I guess, because of that, he is trying to avoid me as much as possible. Well, I would have taken it to my advantage if he weren’t one of the demon princes. By the end of the day, I am so exhausted. I keep running around campus, e