I Became a Demon Who Can Never Be Headpatted in the Academy?! – Chapter 92

After the great laundry operation last time, I couldn’t meet the Real Vesta again.

Last time was just incredibly lucky.

Thinking about it, I, Murmur, am an elementary school student, and Clotilde-senpai, the owner of Real Vesta, is a high school student, so our schedules and locations didn’t overlap at all, making it impossible to meet by chance.

Even if I tried to meet her on purpose, each department of Cosmos Academy uses different buildings.

The elementary department uses Terra Hall, the middle department uses Venus Hall, and the high school department uses Mercury Hall, so there was no way to meet.

For a fifth-grade elementary student, especially a demon like me, Murmur, to barge into Mercury Hall where high school students have classes and meet Real Vesta was impossible even in my wildest dreams.

I, Murmur, was thinking this way until 30 minutes ago.

“Miss Clotilde Edelstein? This is Murmur, a fifth-grade elementary student.”

I never imagined it would turn out like this…

Professor Aiaie actually brought Clotilde to the after-school class and introduced her.

“And Miss Murmur? This is Clotilde Edelstein, a third-year high school student.”

So that’s why she said I must attend today’s after-school class.

Actually, the last class happened to be a magic class, so I couldn’t escape.

“Nice to meet you, Murmur.”

“Murmur is happy to meet Clotilde unnie.”

“Ah… yes. I’m happy too.”

Clotilde was clearly looking down on me, Murmur.

But it didn’t matter.

It was more important to talk to ‘Real Vesta’ behind her than some extra whose name I don’t even know.

“I’m sorry for today’s class being in Terra Hall, Miss Clotilde.”

“…It’s fine. Professor Aiaie is just substituting for Professor Carmela.”

“Murmur is curious about today’s class. Is it Transformation Magic?”

As soon as I heard the name Professor Carmela, I knew.

This was definitely a skill that would feel good to learn in advance.

“For a fifth-grade elementary student, you know about Transformation Magic.”

“Professor Aiaie told me a little.”

“Yeah, right. A little demon like you couldn’t possibly fully understand the greatness of magic.”

Clotilde scoffed and walked to her desk.

Professor Aiaie gave a bitter smile and glanced at me, Murmur.

Contrary to her worries, I didn’t feel bad.

Because she was really someone who didn’t matter.

“That senpai doesn’t know how amazing Murmur is.”

“But I heard she’s a senpai with pretty good grades.”

In the corner of the magic class, Esme and Nicasia were waiting for me, Murmur.

They were sitting in the corner doing homework, having been dragged into the after-school class for me, Murmur.

“Hmph! Nicasia, you don’t know. That senpai is on the verge of getting a lot of penalty points.”

“…Penalty points? Really?”

“Yes, I heard she has a bad personality and no friends.”

Does Esme know about Clotilde-senpai because she’s a ‘mage’?

Sometimes, the nobles’ ‘rumor-spreading’ seems like a great ability.

Anyway, Clotilde doesn’t matter.

Even if she turned out to be a changeling, one of the seven sisters of paradise, or some DLC heroine I don’t know about…

Even with those possibilities, it didn’t matter.

“… …”

The ‘Real Vesta’ quietly bowing her head and waiting for Clotilde was too important to me, Murmur.

But how can I talk to her?

Should I try talking when Clotilde-senpai goes to the bathroom?

“Today’s class is ‘Transformation Magic.’ It’s also known as ‘Alchemy’ in the world…”

Professor Aiaie proceeded with the class as usual.

Clotilde-senpai, who was said to have good grades, quietly took notes.

I, Murmur, also diligently wrote down the class content, but it was just a story with some flesh added from the setting book, so there was nothing difficult.

“I don’t know how Murmur understands that class.”

“Isn’t that something you learn in high school?”

“Right. And it’s not mandatory, so students who find magic difficult in middle school can graduate with just Magic Theory.”

“I heard about Theory too… Riola joked that I’d end up taking it.”

Esme and Nicasia’s chatter was clear enough to hear, showing how ordinary the class was.

“Let’s stop the theory here. From now on, we’ll practice transforming ‘sugar cubes’ into salt.”

Professor Aiaie handed six sugar cubes in a white bowl to Clotilde and me, Murmur.

“As I explained earlier, transforming refined materials like this is very easy…”

We didn’t need to listen to Professor Aiaie’s explanation until the end.

Sorry, but I, Murmur, am a smarty who knows how to use Transformation Magic to get hidden items!

And this ‘Transformation Magic’ is a honey-like skill that, once learned, allows you to create any item you want as long as you have the materials.

It also helps in battles.

“Yap!”

The feeling of puzzle pieces fitting together in my head.

I easily used the transformation magic I’ve done hundreds of times in games.

Turning sugar into salt doesn’t even need auxiliary materials, so it’s as easy as solving puzzle number 2.

“…Huh?”

“Oh my?”

I just casually turned six sugar cubes into ‘salt cubes,’ and Professor Aiaie and Clotilde’s eyes changed strangely.

“…What did you just do?”

“Murmur did what Professor Aiaie said, turning sugar into salt.”

“Don’t talk nonsense. Do you know how hard transformation magic is? You need to see through the essence of matter!”

Clotilde got angry and snatched my salt cubes.

Then she crumbled them and put them in her mouth.

Yuck, that’s salty, right?

“Ugh… ugh?!”

“…Miss Murmur, you clearly transformed sugar into salt. Well done.”

“Well done? Professor Aiaie!”

Clotilde hurriedly grabbed a sugar cube and poured out her magic power.

I could feel a lot of magic power being consumed, enough to tickle my nose with a ‘sweet smell.’

“Clotilde unnie also turned sugar into salt like Murmur.”

Clotilde’s sugar cube also turned into salt.

“…Shut up. Don’t ruin my efforts with your childish face.”

“Miss Clotilde. You seem too excited. Murmur is excellent…”

“No matter how excellent! I studied the basics of this transformation magic for three years!”

Clotilde stood up and instantly transformed sugar cubes into salt, pepper, flour, and cornstarch.

I, Murmur, could do that magic too.

“But! She’s just…! She’s doing it now!”

“Murmur didn’t just do it.”

“Shut up!!!”

Really.

I solved the puzzle in my head…

“Professor Aiaie…! You said today’s class would be helpful to me, right?!”

“Ah, that… Miss Clotilde, as you know, currently, the students learning Transformation Magic are…”

“Just me! That’s how difficult and rare this subject is!”

Clotilde pointed at herself with her thumb.

“That means I’ve been struggling! But… you, deliberately putting a little demon next to me to humiliate me like this…”

“No, Miss Clotilde. You seem to be misunderstanding because of the stress lately. I just thought having a study buddy would…”

“I’m a third-year high school student, and she’s a fifth-grade elementary student, right?!”

Is Professor Aiaie seriously thinking that this would ‘help’ Clotilde-senpai?

Excuse me. Professor?

Professor?!

“Miss Clotilde… please don’t say that. The next practice will be something only you can do.”

“Wow…”

“Miss Murmur will find it difficult. Then, Miss Clotilde can teach Miss Murmur, which will greatly help in understanding the subject.”

Clotilde snorted and laughed.

“Now you’re telling me to teach a demon.”

“Clotilde… you know there’s no racial discrimination in the path of magic.”

“Surprisingly, there seem to be chosen races.”

Clotilde showed her inferiority complex blatantly to me, Murmur.

I roughly understand the situation, but I, Murmur, have no intention of doing anything.

Still, I’m not clueless, so I’ll pretend to fail appropriately during the next practice.

“First, it’s break time. Everyone, take a break.”

The slightly heated atmosphere eased with the long-awaited bell.

Professor Aiaie gave a bitter smile and stepped back, reaching for a pile of books.

“Sigh…”

Clotilde let out a long sigh and suddenly stood up.

I thought she was going to the bathroom, but no.

She approached the Real Vesta standing next to the fake Vesta and suddenly slapped her cheek.

“What’s wrong with my clothes? Can’t you even do laundry?!”

…What, is this how she abuses her?

“Sorry… Your Highness…”

“Look at me! Do you know who I am? The eldest daughter of the Edelstein Count family!!”

Clotilde found a ridiculous fault and slapped Real Vesta’s cheek.

Professor Aiaie said nothing at the sight of her violent behavior.

No, she probably couldn’t.

‘Real Vesta’ is Clotilde’s ‘Maghauscia.’

Even if anyone could see that she was abusing Real Vesta out of dissatisfaction, Professor Aiaie couldn’t do anything.

…Maybe she had already warned her but was told that she was just disciplining her Maghauscia.

“I must show through actions…”

“Shut up! You always fail! You’re of no use to me!”

Clotilde grabbed Real Vesta’s hair, pulled it down, and kneed her face.

Then, without giving her a chance to speak, she grabbed her right arm and lifted it.

She was about to rip her arm off.

“Ugh… ugh…”

“Ugh, now I see why her penalty points are on the edge.”

Nicasia and Esme also frowned at Clotilde’s disgraceful behavior.

And I, Murmur, had already stood up from my seat.

It wasn’t just abuse.

Real Vesta wasn’t incompetent.

Clotilde Edelstein just needed a punching doll!

─ Clang!

“Clotilde unnie! Stop it!”

“…What?”

Clotilde turned around, her eyebrows twitching.

“You… no, hey… what are you?”

Her murderous intent was palpable.

“Professor Aiaie favors you… can’t you see? Are all demons like you so rude?”

“Clotilde unnie is wrong. You shouldn’t lose your temper just because you’re in a bad mood.”

“Don’t talk nonsense! That’s my Maghauscia! Whether I break it or make it an idiot, it’s my decision!”

“Maghauscia is a being in human form! If you keep losing your temper, you’ll say bad things to others too, right?”

Clotilde grinned.

“Professor Aiaie… it seems you’ve been talking about me.”

“Ah… Miss Clotilde. That’s not it. I just answered when Miss Murmur asked.”

Clotilde shrugged and used telekinesis to bring a sugar cube from afar into her hand.

─ Thud!

And in an instant, she transformed it into a heavy flame emitting thick smoke, showing it off proudly.

“Our little demon doesn’t seem to know, but when a mage does something unpleasant, another mage can duel to shut them up.”

If you’re upset, duel.

I can beat someone like you.

Clotilde showed a smug smile full of arrogance.

Well, it’s common sense that a third-year high school student wouldn’t think she’d lose to a fifth-grade elementary student.

But what to do? It seems she hasn’t heard the rumors about me, Murmur! I even fought with Aunt Colette and…

─ ♬

“Ugh…?”

“I’m fine, Murmur-sama.”

Along with a clear violin sound, Real Vesta’s firm voice came through telepathy.

…Are you telling me not to fight? Is that it?

“How about it, Murmur? If you don’t like my actions, don’t just talk, challenge me to a duel.”

I really want to fight…

But Real Vesta didn’t want that.

“…Murmur will stop.”

“Hmph, you’re not stopping, you’re just scared.”

Clotilde’s provocation didn’t matter.

I, Murmur, can’t do something Real Vesta doesn’t want.

If she’s using telepathy, it clearly means she doesn’t want help.

“Good job, Murmur! Ignore that kind of senpai!”

“…She’s really an arrogant woman.”

Esme and Nicasia hurriedly ran over and patted my, Murmur’s, shoulders.

Professor Aiaie also looked apologetic and took a lollipop from her drawer to give to me.

“Annoying… being a demon and good at magic, why do you act so smart?”

Clotilde, who deliberately mocked loudly, grabbed Real Vesta’s shoulder.

Then she brought her in front of me, Murmur.

“Murmur junior… I thought about it, and I think I said something stupid because I was too angry.”

Her voice was full of sarcasm.

“So. Junior~ Shall we go to the bathroom together?”

“Bath… room?”

“This kid can’t do anything, heh, hehe… kek, kekeke…”

Clotilde let out an evil, petty, and disgusting laugh.

“Ah, but… hehe, the Maghauscia of a count’s daughter shouldn’t smell like pee, right?”

“Senpai! You really have no limits!”

Nicasia couldn’t hold back and shouted.

Pathetically, Clotilde, who seemed to recognize Nicasia’s face, flinched and stepped back.

“Princess… how I use this child is my business, right?”

“That’s not the issue, is it? Senpai, you’re now─”

As Nicasia spoke, I, Murmur, stepped forward.

And with both hands, I summoned two intermediate spirits in an instant.

“Clotilde unnie is dueling with Murmur.”

No matter how much Real Vesta says it’s okay.

I, Murmur, who dreams of being a hero, can’t let this go.

“The loser gives their Maghauscia to the winner.”

I can’t ignore someone who tramples on the weak and flaunts them as trophies.

Especially if that person says it’s okay for everyone’s happiness.

It’s even more impossible to back down.

“Are you sure? Don’t cry if you lose the doll the princess made for you.”

“It’s better to be prepared. Murmur will win.”

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