Chapter 124 - Battle of Prince (3) (1/2)

“Ah?”

Between the school building and the club building, there are now six students in this unpopular place.

Three of us, and one demon boy standing imposingly in front of the side entrance. Along with two girls who are also demons.

“U-um, did you call me?”

It seemed like he was calling out to me, so I replied.

I wonder what it is.

That boy and one of the girls looked familiar.

The dark-skinned, medium-build boy that’s staring at us, or rather straight at me, is in the same class, I believe.

I think he’s the one who’s always sitting in the back of the classroom with his arms crossed looking all pompous.

He has an eccentric hairstyle with all his black hair swept to the left.

He has an excessive number of gold earrings shining just on his right ear, and three gold rings around his neck.

The pure white bat-like wings and the single large and magnificent horn on his forehead were undoubtedly the signs of a demon.

Standing quietly next to him was a tall, dark-skinned beauty with long hair, who is also a girl in our class.

This one had black bat wings and a jangling, ornate circlet.

“Hey, hey, hey! Keep your head high men!”

“Uta-chan. That’s the wrong word.”

I was a little surprised by the sudden loud voice.

A small girl suddenly raised her voice and was being calmly condemned by the girl from my class.

What a loud voice.

The glass of the school building shook.

“Oh, really? Um… control yourselves party people!!!”

“Shut up for a minute, Utai.”

“I thought I’d go all out with a bang, you know?”

“It’s fine so just shut up.”

This time, the boy stopped her with a serious face.

I don’t know what’s with the loud voice but I don’t know the little black haired demon girl.

Something’s not right with her physical growth.

The size of those breasts are surely off.

Why does she have breasts bigger than Mikuma at that height?

“Huh? Dailan-san and Inteira-san?”

Makio, who unlike me could remember all of his classmates’ names, called out.

I can’t help it.

I don’t call them by name, and they don’t call me by name.

In order for someone stupid like me to remember people’s names, I need communication!

That’s right, I remember people who seem easy to talk to, but the two people in front of me have such a ‘don’t talk to me’ aura that I’ve never even approached them.

I’ve never even seen them talking to anyone else.

“Yes, His Highness Atol Ketsa Koatho Dailan is here in person. I’m very sorry to have to ask you all this, but could you please spare a few minutes for this garbage bug?”

“Hah?”

“Oh?”

“Eh?”