Succubus-san’s Life in Another World

The holidays are over and a new week begins. The routine returns and the college on the surface is peaceful itself, but one human being is disappearing from this Class A.

In addition to the caution of January, Glenn's treatment resulted in his ranking being dropped to the lowest 20 in Class A. I know it's a minor punishment for what you did, but what remains as clear evidence is that you stole dragon eggs and the extent to which you possess a cloak that is supposed to be forbidden.

I know Glenn has a clear intent to harm or kill, but I don't have the means to prove it. Unless it's Milt or Herman's testimony, they're the same First Prince as Glenn. You can't even help us.

What's more, even if we can prove Glenn's intent to kill, it's nearly impossible to make the right disposition. Glenn, the same wizard as us, needs to learn magic at this college, so he can't be expelled. So should I go to a cell, and that's not how it works. Because there is no such thing as a cage where you can keep a wizard locked up in the first place.

The treatment of the wizard who committed the crime will most likely end with a fine. In some cases, it comes with a novel from the great man, but when it comes to more punishment, there is no longer but the death penalty. It is the idea of the college and this country that students have problems with each other and can't do that much.

It is not my intention to let each and every one of you scatter his or her life at the end of an incident that ended in an attempt. Speaking of greed, I think I would like a little more severe punishment, but I don't want a private sentence. No, do you already have a private sentence? It's not physical, it's spiritual.

The only people who seem to care about Glenn's treatment are me and Urania, and then the First Prince. The faces of Squads B and C can be seen standing in such a way that the excitement of the demonic crusade does not stop cooling down. Especially the sons and ladies of the nobility, who say the week has just begun, seem to be looking forward to the weekend.

That's why today's class made little sense. Because all my classmates realized that maintaining and controlling magic was more effective in my training than in Dr. Herman's class. Even the First Prince facades who are not in training are skeptical of Dr. Herman's classes

I thought I felt sorry for him just a little bit, but he was willing to rely only on students from his faction in the first place, so it would be just as good as a punishment. If Dr. Herman wants to change his mind in the future, he can teach him how to train.

Now that I know that my training is effective for other wizards and magicians, I intend to teach them and apply it to all students. I'm still worried about choosing Dr. Herman for that first teacher. You have a suspicious eye for seeing me or Urania or something.

"Ala? Mr. Lily?

"Mr. Helmi, can I help you?

Helmi arrived at the end of the morning class as I and Urania were having lunch in the student council room. I think it's our business to be in this room, but he's surprised that I'm here.

"No, um, weren't you in the dining room right now............?

"No? I've been here the whole time?

Helmi said she saw me dining with a man in the dining room. Not only are you eating, but you came to this student club room in a hurry to find Urania because it looked oddly intimate?

"If you've been here forever, you may have misjudged me."

"Some things are called aerial resemblance to others. By the way, Mr. Helmi, have you had lunch yet?

"No, I went to the dining room to eat, because I saw him."

"So how would you like to join us?

Today's lunch is a sandwich with all sorts of utensils. There are also ham sandwiches, egg sandwiches and cutlet sandwiches. There are also fried chicken and salads, which are a little self-confident.

"Are you sure?

"Yeah, it's a little too much."

This is half true, but half wrong. I have a satisfactory portion of Urania and I, but Urania makes extra meals before dinner even after training this afternoon. There will be no more Uranian meals, but [Dream Storage] also has a lot to prepare, and it is not a problem.

"Oh, delicious......! The meat is soft and I think I can eat as much of this as I want!

"Isn't that right?

Helmi admires me for eating a slice of cutlet sandwich. The meat I used is a little demonic meat. The smell is terrible when I eat it as it is, but when I work on the oil, the smell disappears and only the flavour remains. The clothes are not crisp so as not to compromise the deliciousness even if they are cold, but moist once the sauce has been stained.

"You have a good chef."

"Ah, no. This one is homemade. Looks like it fits your mouth."

"Did you make this yourself!?

Apparently, the ladies in this world don't cook much. Although the helmet is also made to the extent of cookies, let your chef make the dough and put it in the oven from molding. Can you say I made that? It's a bit mysterious, but if you've certainly only cooked to that extent, you can't help but be surprised.

You think the magic of anyone in your class has worked since then? Everyone's magic usage was exhilarated by stories without such other love, and the time for a pleasant lunch quickly passed.