Perhaps even Lucifer himself had never imagined that he would enjoy such unimaginably widespread fame in the surface world.
He had not used a transformation spell. Once he removed the disguise concealing his skin color, he looked no different from an ordinary Moon Elf.
Oh, perhaps there were still some differences. Even by elves' exacting standards of beauty, Lucifer was like a delicate blossom, beautiful enough to steal one's breath.
Beautiful enough to make one unable to resist wicked thoughts of defiling him.
If his appearance in Gerson had still leaned toward noble and holy, then his appearance now was downright flamboyantly seductive.
Especially the fringe over his forehead, which had been curled into three tulips just on the verge of blooming.
Compared to the tall, burly pair before him, Lucifer seemed considerably slimmer. Dressed in a purple open-chested suit, with a faintly melancholy expression, he made the female students watching him unable to suppress the urge to protect him!
If Rayne and Drolu—those two rough old men pretending to be young—had merely given the students a somewhat shocking impression, then when Lucifer placed one hand behind his waist and the other before his chest, bowing to everyone, all the female students instantly plunged into unprecedented frenzy and excitement.
Some female students even believed he was the "husband Lucifer" they had dreamed of day and night. After letting out a few shrieks, their eyes rolled white and they fainted from sheer excitement, only to be hurriedly dragged away by their classmates.
At that moment, no one complained anymore about the academy openly canceling classes and docking their lessons. Instead, they all found it utterly irresistible!
The students had originally thought that was the end of it. At least, Silvia, watching the spectacle from the edge of the crowd, had thought