Footsteps could be heard approaching, Iristel was about to get up, but Mart put his arms around her waist, and whispered to her:
-I don't care if everyone knows that you are mine.
Iristel was happy, the rest of the doubts she felt disappeared with those words.
"You were the first, at least for me, not for this body; that's why I'm going to protect you," Mart thought, the moment he saw the door to the infirmary open.
When opened the door, Professor Aneth entered, she was wearing a white robe, and pastel colored clothes, besides, just like Asfil she had a mark on her forehead, but Professor Aneth's was a horizontal line, the teacher with dull brown wavy hair and a tanned complexion, let out a chuckle while thinking, "yes, they look like friends".
-Student Sevec, you seem to be better now, but you still need to rest, your body suffered severe fatigue from the excessive use of potions and demonic artifacts. -Professor Aneth said as she sat in front of a desk, on which there were some books, to immediately begin to write some reports about the work she did in the infirmary; but shortly after, she stopped and said to them with some malice and resignation:
-Couple of lovebirds, this is no place to express your love, get out of here.
••••
After those words, Iristel gave Mart the robe that he was to wear over the Academy uniform; Once she handed the robe to him, she gave him another kiss and then she walked away through the hallways of the academic facility in which the infirmary was located.
Mart just smiled as he watched her walk away, but his smile disappeared with every step she took.
"I think I should go to my room and continue resting," he thought as he felt every muscle fiber in his body screaming in pain and he had barely begun to walk a little.
[Recommendation: keep your usual routine, just avoid using demonic energy, it will strengthen your body.]
"Sometimes, you look like you want to provoke me," Mart thought as he walked through the halls, now heading for the library.
••••
In a dark room, with a large table surrounded by candles, there were 12 seats made of a fragrant dark wine-colored wood.
12 demons entered the room. Those demons were some of the professors who were teaching the second year students, among them were Professor Drian, Professor Helen, Professor Aneth and 9 other professors, however, the professors did not exchange words with each other, they only placed some demonic crystals in each of the twelve corresponding places, after that, the professors stood next to the seat in which they placed their respective demonic crystal.
Shortly afterwards a man entered the hall and with a subtle snap of his fingers brought light into that gloomy room, which now looked like one of the luxurious halls of a great palace.
Every step of that man on the golden tiles echoed in the hall whose hanging lights made of magic gems illuminated just enough; the professors did not dare to look at him, they were frightened.
The man with grayish skin, white hair that looked like braids but were actually red-eyed snakes, eyes whose iris was golden and the sclera red, white eyebrows and long white beard, wore a black wizard's robe with golden colors containing demonic symbols, sat in the main seat.
All the teachers felt oppressed by the presence of Persec Merliano, the sorcerer of death, as he was nicknamed more than 400 years ago, who was the director of the Danteriar Academy and a demon at the highest of the seventh rank, a powerful monster feared by humans themselves.
Professor Helen tried to appear calm, but she feared the director's punishment for not reporting her current status regarding corrosive energy. Although corrosive energy was difficult to detect, she believed that if Mart Sevec could detect such energy, there was also a chance that a powerful and mysterious demon like Director Merliano could do so; In that tense moment, she remembered Mart's words: "You will be mine," and then she thought: "He is insolent."
Executives, do not waste my time!
A few words from the principal that made all the teachers present break out in a cold sweat, then the demonic crystals shone and humanoid silhouettes without a defined shape appeared on the seats.
...
Mart arrived at the library, immediately approached Emy to hand her the book on the decline of the demon empire.
-Did you like it? -Emy asked in a somber voice.
-Yes, it was very helpful. -Mart replied, looking pleased, especially when he remembered that it was that book that made him keep his guard up.
-I'm glad, not many people appreciate it. -Emy said.
-Everyone prefers stories focused on one side's perspective, that must be it. -Mart replied, looking thoughtful, then added in a kindly tone. -But I owe you a lot for lending me that book, let me know anytime if there's anything I can do for you.
Emy nodded, registered the return of the book, and then showed him 4 books on spells and curses. -You told me to recommend some books to you, these are the best for a demon sorcerer at the beginning level. They will help you lay the foundation.
"Wow, she tried really hard did she like me? If so, I won't let it go, but not yet," Mart smiled and said gratefully:
-Thanks, I'll take these 2 and then come back for the others.
Emy took a deep breath, then replied in her somber voice that couldn't disguise that she was nervous:
-That's okay; I'll register the loan of the books.
-Emy, do you know which student inside the prodigies got hurt? -asked Mart who wanted to know more about the rumors.
-They say it was Meleic Asfent, who used a treasure his father gave him to protect himself, but as he used it for a long time the treasure charred his arm. -Emy expressed with evident disinterest and handed the books to Mart.
-Thank you, my favorite librarian, I'll be back soon. -Said Mart as he took the books and left the library.
••••
Mart had just left the library and was walking through the halls.
-Why are you hiding your abilities?
"Excuse me?" thought Mart turning in the direction of the captivating female voice that spoke to him. In front of him was the beautiful Nirian, whose beauty made him think: "dressed in that uniform, she makes the uniform look beautiful, she is just too beautiful; I think only an extremely valuable and beautiful jewel would be worthy of her; how difficult life will be for this woman's future husband".