The next morning
A demon alarm clock—shaped like a rooster—cackled loudly:
"CAW!!!"
Before it could even finish, a giant hand slapped it down.
Iruma slowly opened his eyes. His vision shimmered—fractured like broken mirrors showing countless worlds and timelines simultaneously.
Each dream seemed to flow scenes from every plane of existence. But instead of overwhelming pain, he observed it all with uncanny clarity.
Countless threads of fate drifted before him. With a subtle thought, any one strand could be manipulated—destinies rewritten.
He whispered to himself:
It seems "Above All" is a mantle I'm growing into...
At first, the raw power felt like a cosmic bomb, unstable and terrifying. But now: internal harmonization was becoming natural.
A familiar knockless entry: Sullivan burst in with his usual cheer.
"Hey there, my dear grandson! Awake yet?"
"I'm up, Grandpa."
In record speed, Iruma dressed, washed, and ate—except this time, Azz was waiting at the door, excitement in his eyes.
"Lord Iruma, you're finally awake!"
"Feeling fresh, Azz?"
"Always! I will watch over you every moment!"
"Watch over me?" Iruma smirked inwardly at the devotion—and tucked it away for later amusement.
"Thanks, that's enough. Shall we head to school?"
There was a momentary resonance in his mind—something funny, something glorious, like the laughter between kings.
"Want me to fly you there?" Azz offered.
"Think you can keep up?"
Iruma arched an eyebrow.Azz's eyes lit with challenge.
"Of course! I believe in my speed!"
"Okay—catch me if you can!"
Iruma's six-gem black wings unfolded. A low roar of wind pressure erupted. He shot upward—like a missile tearing through air.
Azz gasped in awe—but spread his own bat-like wings and chased after him.
Iruma hovered mid-air, waiting. Azz accelerated through the clouds and barely caught up.
"Here I am."
"Sorry to make you wait, but—"
"Let's go."
They landed alongside other demons and climbed the school corridor—Iruma blending in yet drawing invisible lines of respect; no one dared cross those lines.
However, others did panic.
Three demons stood blocking their path. Azz quietly summoned, "This way, Lord Iruma."
At his greeting, the three stood motionless—until they saw Iruma. Their faces went pale. Without a single word, they pressed to the walls, air escaping their lungs.
For Demons standing near Azz, there was arrogance. For Iruma, there was a looming absolutism—a quiet decree:"Disobedience will cost you your head."
Iruma smiled politely:
"Thank you~"
The demons collapsed to the ground in relief as Iruma passed.
Shortly after, they reached the book storage room.Noise inside rattled the doors: muffled cries, stamping feet.
Azz stepped forward as guard:
"Lord Iruma, that place sounds dangerous…"
Iruma raised an eyebrow:
"Dangerous? Who's endangered—me?"
The door burst open. A massive green orb shot forward, smashing boxes like bowling pins.Azz knocked aside a few, but one aimed at Iruma—part of a falling crate hurtled directly toward his head.
In Iruma's mind, time slowed. The cardboard box floated—like a ghost revealing danger.
He made a subtle gesture: middle finger pressed to thumb.The box shattered mid-flight into dust, accompanied by a gust of wind that knocked everything in its path.
His voice echoed:
"Oops… I didn't contain my strength."
He caught Azz's stunned gaze, and turned with a smile:
"Let's move."
Demons in the hallway stared, mouths agape.
"Is that… a brand-new student?!"
"That was more terrifying than anything I've ever seen."
Iruma strode past, still casually humming—even as adrenaline rippled through every demon's spine.