“Five! She killed five of my ‘A’ ranked adventurers. Lily, stop your sniveling this instant,” bellowed Endyrion as he paced through his office.

The room was wider than I had expected. The walls were infused with mana, preventing any sounds from leaking. There were bookshelves lining every inch of free space, and there was a book on every inch of bookshelf. Several magical beast skulls were set on display, the most prominent of which was the skull of the Dragon Baer, a rank 4 beast.

Endyrion continued his rambling and raging as he walked. He wasn’t saying anything of value, though. He was mostly venting. I don’t really know the value of five ranked ‘A’ adventurers, but it must be quite high for this old man to show such a display to his guests.

It took us awhile, but both Lily and I have managed to dry our tears. I’m not really in the mood to listen to this pathetic guild master talk for much longer, though.

“Enough. We all know what I’ve done can’t be undone, and we know you’re trying to think up a way to make me ‘pay’ for my actions,” I said, trying to make myself sound stronger than I felt.

Endyrion looked flustered for a moment, like he was going to lash out again, but he stopped himself.

“Hmph, I could have your head for this, girl. You know that, right?”

“The executioner’s blade would shatter on my skin,” I replied.

“I’m serious. This isn’t the time for jokes! Right now I’m going to need a damned good reason not to pursue capital punishment!”

This is getting irritating, and Lily is oddly quiet.

“Old man, do you have any of those Reading Stones that evaluate a person’s levels and skills?”

“Old-Old man! You little shit… This isn’t the time to be worrying about the academy’s entrance exam!”

“You said you need a damned good reason. Give me a Reading Stone and I’ll give you one.”

Endyrion looked like he was about to say something, but he stopped. He walked to the back of his office and opened a drawer. From inside he pulled out a silver stone and what looked to be a miniature monkey’s skull.

“You better have a damned good reason for getting me off track, demon.”

“My name’s Calliope,” I said, as I took the silver stone from him and began pouring mana into it. “And from now on you’d better start calling me by it.”

[User Level: 941. Skill Total: 22.]

Endyrion stopped pacing. He looked like an ice sculpture.

“What. That can’t be right. It must be…”

“It’s correct,” I interrupted.

Lily, who had been sitting in the chair next to me, started choking on her own saliva.

“Jack said you were an abandoned child. He said his -Intuition- confirmed the truth.”

“Jack’s level is far too low for his -Intuition- to work on me. It’s the same reason Lily’s -Analysis- failed too. Though I’m a bit shocked by the number 22. Last time I checked it was only 21.”

I think Lily fainted. Endyrion just started laughing like a maniac.

“This is a pretty damn good reason not to execute you. We’d be just be slipping the noose around our own necks,” said Endyrion in a giggle filled tone. “What are you, Calliope?”

“I’m trying to find the answer to that very question myself. Now please, can I go?”

“Can you? Bwahahahahahaha. I thought it strange when my -Mana Sensor- started going wild about a month ago, but it all makes sense now. You’re one of the Fae!” Cried Endyrion as his hysterics grew wilder.

I immediately focused on his last word. A member of the ‘Fae’ is what RED had called Nox. Are they are the gods of this world?

...

Oh. That’s right. I’m going to have to get used to him not responding.

Without another word, I stood up and wrapped Lily’s arm over my shoulders. I walked out of Endyrion’s office into the main building. Everyone there stopped moving. All the eyes turned on me. There were three guards in the room, all with terrible mustaches, but I wasn’t in the mood to make fun of them right now. I walked, supporting Lily, to the door. The crowd simply receded. None of them even attempted to stop us. With the door to his office open, everyone could hear Endyrion’s cacophonous laughter echoing throughout the building.

I didn’t hide my face as I walked through the city. I could hear whispers everywhere I went. I could feel eyes staring at me, but no one confronted me. I wonder how fast the news traveled. I wonder what these people are thinking. A little girl killed five top tier adventurers in an instant. Perhaps they were wondering why I was still walking the streets.

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After a bit, Lily woke up and started walking on her own. She didn’t say a word. She didn’t look at me, either.

Without a sound between us, we arrived at the Academy’s front gate. There, leaning against a metal fence, was James. I met his gaze, but he didn’t shy away.

“Aren’t you afraid of me? I’m the demon who killed five men today,” I asked.

“No. I’m not afraid. I’ve known how strong you are for a long time now. Yet whenever I look at you, I don’t see a demon. I just see an abandoned and scared little girl. I can tell, just by looking at your eyes, that you hate yourself right now… And I think you’re immature. I think you need to grow the fuck up. You were attacked! Your actions were completely justified. Everyone dies eventually, Calliope. Some people just deserve to die sooner than others.”

With that said, James walked through the gate towards the dorms. He didn’t even give me a chance to say anything.

Lily finally gave me a long look.

“If I had your power," she said, "I’d use it for the people of this country. That includes killing bad men when necessary. I don’t know if you’re one of the Fae or not… But I still consider you my friend.”

With that said, she too left me.

I walked to my room alone. It didn’t take me long to find it. I walked inside and shut the door. I needed time. I needed some time to think. The official entrance exam for the Academy was in two days. That gave me 48 hours to just reflect.

Is it wrong for me to feel this way? Every time I think about it, it just seems strange. Endyrion never once questioned the morality of me murdering those men, only the consequences for such actions. Just because I’m powerful, does that really put me above such consequences?

My head was starting to hurt. I needed sleep. My eyes were getting heavy. I laid down on the bed drifted into the darkness.

A sudden pain in my throat caused me to wake up from my slumber. Standing above me was a man in a black suit. His face was covered with a white devil mask. His right hand was holding a dagger which was currently embedded in my neck.

“It’s nothing personal, demon.” Said the man as he turned around to leave.

I guess Endyrion didn’t publicise my level.

I grabbed the hilt of the blade with my right hand and pulled it free from my neck. The bloody dagger was a top quality item. It was probably Expert Class at least. It had to be in order to hurt me. I almost stopped to admire it.

The man, upon hearing me move, turned around. He was wearing a mask, but I could feel the shock on his face as the wound on my neck closed up on its own.

“My constitution,” I stopped to cough briefly, “Is high enough that a critical wound like this couldn’t even manage a tenth of my hit points.”

Without another word, I quickly struck the man with my finger, knocking him out cold. I took his mask off. He was a teenage boy with ruddy red hair. It was coiled in tight curls. His face was freckled and his nose was wide. I’d have called him an ugly child in my previous world. Here, he was fairly common.

The man woke up quickly and his eyes were bulging with fear. It looked like he was going to start crying.

“P-please don’t kill me.”

The terror in his voice really hurt me. I started ripping strips of his shirt off and used it to tie his hands behind his back. It’s amazing how easy it is to move him against his will. He’s like a doll in my hands.

With a quick heave, I lifted the boy onto my shoulders. I had my Heaven’s Demon Garb transform into a long cloak as I jumped out the window of my room. The ginger assassin was getting annoying so I knocked him out again.

After searching for a while, I finally found the nearest guard station. I left the tied up assassin on their doorstep along with his bloody dagger.

I’m still a bit uneasy, but having to deal with this seems to have helped my mind clear up a bit.

If I think about it, I guess I’m a criminal too. I owe a debt to this society, and I intend to pay it. People die. That’s how James worded it. I still feel an ache deep in my heart, but I think I can work this out with a little time.

For now, I need to learn to control my power. I can't afford to dwell. I need to keep moving forward.