Night fell over Purgatory Corridor Academy. The quiet school grounds were occasionally disturbed by the sound of the wind.
After Lanchi took over as principal, he finished assigning the follow-up work for the upheaval in only an hour.
The officers of the Demon King Army's Special Operations Investigation Unit were all sent away as well. However, Lanchi asked them to help repair the school's damaged buildings.
Although the leaders of Purgatory Corridor Academy appeared curious about this unusually approachable principal, it was already too late for them to ask many questions. Following his instructions, they went to rest first.
The clock was almost pointing to four in the morning.
Cheerful conversation came from the corridor outside the Principal's Office on the top floor.
"This school really hasn't changed at all. Not even the vice principal has changed."
The heavy Oak Door was pushed open, and a group of people laughing and chatting walked in.
Leading them was a tall male of the Illusion Demon Race, a nostalgic smile hanging from the corners of his lips.
"The moment you spoke, the vice principal seemed to recognize you a little, but he didn't dare confirm it. After all, you were a fake principal last time, and a real one this time."
Hughberlian stayed beside Lanchi like a secretary.
Lanchi's principal-like manner was far too distinctive.
Among the teachers, she also saw quite a few demons she remembered from the first time in the Shadow World.
The moment they entered the Principal's Office, the air grew warm.
Dim yellow light shone across the dark-brown wooden floor. Demon Realm rock coal burned quietly in the marble fireplace, crackling softly.
"That's right. Everything here feels so familiar and comforting, as if time had flowed backward to the past."
Lanchi walked to the broad brown-wood desk