- Daemon, the principal is looking for you! Please visit him. He is currently in his office.

One hour passed since the pretty one-sided duel's end. Samantha was asked by the principal to bring Daemon to him.

- Do I really have to? - Daemon opened his dorm room's door and looked at Samantha with a dark expression.

- Yes, and be a little more enthusiastic. Seriously... a stone statue has more lively than you. Don't tell me she drained you from your energy.

- It's not that. It just I can tell already it going to be bothersome if I meet the principal.

- Look, this is the first time I saw that old fool as lively as he was after you left the arena.

- If you meant those words for make me go meet him, I tell you now... It had the opposite effect. This sounds way too bothersome...

- I had enough of your complains.

- " Fire whip " - after Samantha said that a bright flame whip formed in his hand and with that he banded Daemon and started pulling him toward the principal's office.

- Breaking out of a Sage tier spell is not challenge for me, you know that Samantha? - Daemon asked her a plain tone.

- Do that and I make sure that for the next two week every theory class about materialization and transformation magic will be held by you...

- Fine... I meet that old geezer just don't give me a boring task such as that to me...

- Under a month I learnt how your mind is operate... You only willing to do boring or annoying stuff if you can avoid even more boring or annoying stuff with it. Your weakness is pretty obvious if you ask me...

- " Release " - the flame whip which bound Daemon disappeared.

- You can follow me now that we settled the small details.

After minutes of walking and mutual compliments they arrived the principal's office. Daemon knocked on the door and stepped back a few meter after he heard a familiar noise. The door burst open and with a force of a car as it hit Samantha.

- You old man!!! Are you out of your mind? And why are you didn't told me to step back Daemon!?

Samantha was really pissed off as she started complaining with immeasurable anger in her voice.

- Sorry, it just the way he ran toward the door reminded me of my sister. You know... It more of an instinct to dodge her than something I have to think about.

- My deepest apologizes, Miss Crimsonfire.

The principal slightly bowed her to apologize. He started to measuring Daemon. After a few second he tried to take off Daemon's eye patch but Daemon caught the old man's wrist.

- " Jet Stream " - suddenly mana burst out Daemon's finger with great speed tightening his grip on the principal's wrist, almost breaking it.

- Hohooo, just what kind of magic is that? Come in boy... Leave her be for a few minutes, at least until she calms down.

Daemon quickly nodded and they quickly entered the office room and closed the door.

- So... What do you want with me, old geezer?

- Aren't you a disrespectful one? I have a name to, call me Granmoun - the old man complained.

- Alright... So Granmoun... What do you want from me? I have guesses, but I would prefer to know it for sure.

- I heard that you are a black-demon dragon. I want to measure your magic affinity. Normally it would have been measured the day you applied to the academy but thanks for Miss Crimsonfire you could avoid that. After I saw you today you win without any magic today... - Daemon shivered for a second - I want to measure your capabilities. You have to understand that most teacher here are already pressure me for any info about you and I can't take it forever.

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Granmoun pointed toward a small silver tablet in his desk.

- All you have to do to drop a small drop of blood to the circle in the tablet.

- With this I won't sell my soul to the devil?

- Of course not. Demon dragons are already in a level of a higher class demon. You don't have to worry about things like that.

- Whatever... - Daemon bit his finger and let a small drop of blood fell down to the tablet.

The tablet started glowing as it analyzed Daemon's blood. After a few seconds, various runes, which represented the major magic natures, formed in the tablet.

- Here you go... - Daemon gave the tablet to Granmoun.

As he read the runes he suddenly dropped the tablet.

- BOY! YOU HAVE TO BECOME MY DISCIPLE!!! YOU HAVE TO!

If someone who knows Granmoun well and see this moment they would pity Daemon as this old man, while he spoils his disciples with various useful things, he also a sadist, sometimes idiotic and worst... immeasurably irritating.

- I refuse, I already have one teacher who mentally torture me. I don't need another one. And why are you even energetic now? Did a lightning struck you or something?

- Do you understand how big your talent is? - Granmoun was still as hyperactive as a ~6 year old child after a ton on candy and coke.

- Just tell me what so special about me other than my dark and neutral affinity?

- What so special? WHAT SO SPECIAL? HOW CAN YOU BE SO CALM? I'm already more than 300 years old and I'm still can't get thought that bottleneck... But you... You.. You already have maximum affinity in dark magic!!! 10 out of 10!!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND THIS? EVEN WITH MY 9 OUT OF 10 IS A GENIOUS LEVEL!!!

- STOP SHOUTING AND CALM DOWN FOR GOD'S SAKE! - Daemon stopped him before it could get even worse.

After Granmoun calmed down(finally...), he looked at Daemon at somewhat serious eyes.

- Boy... You are someone who I can pass down my legacy. You have to become my disciple.

- No. As I said... I don't need more extra classes with personal teachers.

- How about... - Granmoun took out a large bag of gold coins from his robe.

- You won't bribe me... Don't even try.

- Then how about... - he summoned a high quality staff.

- I have full control over the artifacts of the previous black-demons...

- Then... How about... - he started showing him different sage tier dark magic spells.

- I have my own spells... And those are likely stronger than those what you showed me.

- Damm you brat... Just what the hell are you want?

*Brat**Brat**Brat**Brat**Brat*

- That idiot old geezer... He has a death wish calling him brat... - Samantha thought while eavesdropping on the two of them.

- Did you just called me brat? Well, well... How about this? I receive 3 attacks from you and you don't have to hold back... If you manage to injure me I'm willing to become your disciple... But... If you lose you have to receive one of me blows... Of course I won't use weapons or artifacts when I will receiving and when you will receive...

- Hohoo... Challenging the principal of the Royal Academy? And you even give me a handy-cap? Aren't you a little bit arrogant? Fine... I accept! Know this kid, I'm willing to use god-tier magic on you if you don't back down.

- He don't need to back down you idiot... You can be counted lucky if he won't use Jet Stream again on you... That spell is surely overpowered for a sage tier spell... - she thought while she held his stomach with one hand... Likely bad, bad memories...