566. Club

566. Club

[Will O’ Wisp – Lvl. ???]

Rachel stared at the Grand Spirit— at the [Will O’ Wisp]. She didn’t expect to see such a high-leveled being here in the Demon Research Club. In fact, a Spirit was the last thing she expected to see in this club.

But Willy wasn’t just any ordinary Spirit. He was the supervisor of the Demon Research Club.

And that made Rachel hesitate. If a Spirit was leading a club on Demon Research, it probably meant that this was more akin to a Demon Hunter’s club— a place for those who wanted to slay Demons to gather.

The young girl immediately wanted to leave. But the president of the club— the blonde girl named Valda— cleared her throat and addressed the room.

“Some of you may be wondering what this club is about. Well, if you think it’s about researching ways to effectively hunt and kill Demons… I suggest leaving the room right now.”

Valda crossed her arms. Rachel blinked. The room paused. It was a blunt statement— the club president had said it so matter-of-factly, it took a moment for everyone in the room to process her words.

“Huh.”

Rachel narrowed her eyes. And a young man shot to his feet, raising a hand.

“Wait— if we’re not here to become Demon Hunters, then why are we here?”

Another student nodded in agreement, before a susurration quickly swept over the room. Valda simply rolled her eyes as she calmed them down, waving a hand dismissively.

“We’re here to learn more about Demonkind. Not to destroy them. But to understand them.”

“…understand them?”

A middle-aged woman asked with a frown— a third-year student, by her looks. She pointed accusingly at Valda as Rachel looked on.

“Why would we want to understand Demons? They’re the ones who destroyed my home country! Nixa is gone because of them!”

“Nixa is gone because of one Demon. Before the Demon King even invaded the Mortal Realm.”

Valda shook her head as she placed a hand on the magic crystal. The glowing bright light flickered, and Rachel blinked. The young girl watched as the room dimmed, before a projection shone. A magical image unveiled itself on the ceiling as the gathered students stared.

A giant insect-like creature moved on the screen. It had bulbous eyes and a pair of thin, translucent wings. It flew with an army of monsters trailing behind it, and the middle-aged woman visibly recoiled.

“W-what is that?!”

“That’s the Demon that destroyed your home country.”

Valda replied simply as she gestured at the screen. She twisted her fingers against the surface of the magic crystal, changing the scene.

“And these are some of the Demons that besieged the city of Alyras before the invasion truly began…”

The president of the Demon Research Club took a step back as a blurred picture of a trio of Demons hovering in the air, just above some smoke and rubble. The image zoomed onto their necks as Valda shook her head.

“As you can see, they are not the same Demons. In fact, they are quite different. Notably, you can see how these ones are collared, while the previous Demon was not.”

Rachel stared at the screen, then glanced back at the watching students. Many of them were exchanging dubious glances— some of them whispering conspiratorially as they shook their heads disapprovingly at Valda. However, the blonde girl didn’t pay them any mind.

“Other such distinctions include the fact that the previous Demon fought with a horde of monsters while these acted—”

“Excuse me!”

The same young man who had spoken up earlier interrupted Valda. He folded his arms with an indignant look on his face. She nodded at him as she drew back.

“What is it?”

“What’s the point in knowing all this? I don’t see why it matters if the Demons trying to kill us are wearing a collar, a shirt, or a damn ball gown! They’re trying to kill us!”

He shook a fist back at her. Rachel winced, but Valda didn’t visibly react. Like she was used to this. She kept her cool as she answered his question.

“As I said, our goal here is to understand Demonkind. Not as this existential threat, but as a people. As a society. Because as evinced by the last few years, there is still much we have yet to fully understand about them.”

Rachel thought that was a satisfactory answer. Unfortunately, not everyone agreed with her. In fact, most seemed outrage by Valda’s response.

“This is not a club— this is a cult!”

The middle-aged woman exclaimed. She rose to her feet as she gestured at the room around them.

“This is just a ruse so you can worship the Demon King, isn’t it?”

Rachel watched as the crowd of students nodded in agreement at that outlandish accusation. Valda’s brows snapped together.

“Worship the Demon King?”

The president of the Demon Research Club strode forward and shook her head.

“How many Demons have you killed?”

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“That’s—”

The middle-aged woman started, but Valda continued.

“When your country was falling to Belzu’s terror, did you fight back? Did you try to stop him? And what about during the Demon King’s invasion? Did you do anything then?”

Valda’s questions made the middle-aged woman purse her lips. She drew back as the blonde girl loomed over her.

“I fought in the war— I joined the United Coalition of the Human Lands to repel the Demon King’s invasion. I have killed dozens of Demons during my time in battle. What have you done?”

“I…”

The middle-aged woman bit her lower lip, then she shook her head. She hurried past Valda as she headed out of the room.

“I don’t need to answer that question, you [Cultist]!”

Rachel blinked. She watched as the middle-aged woman slammed the door shut, exiting the room. For a moment, the crowd of students fell silent. Then Valda shook her head and took a step back.

“Anyone who wants to leave can leave now. I’d rather not deal with any more interruptions to my presentation before it is over.”

The young man from earlier exchanged a glance with a group of his friends. They nodded at each other, before they got up and slowly walked out of the room. And when they left, another group of students trailed after them. Valda stood to the side, looking on as more and more of the gathered crowd vanished, until only Rachel remained.

The young girl hesitated. She wasn’t sure whether she should get up and leave, following the other students, or to stay here and listen to Valda’s presentation. After a moment’s deliberation, Rachel finally decided against leaving. Because her interest was piqued— because it was the first time she had met someone who was even remotely interested in Demons beyond wanting to kill them. And she sat back down in the empty room.

The president of the Demon Research Club stared at Rachel— her only audience. And she sighed as she massaged her temples.

“Well… that didn’t go great.”

“You think?”

An ethereal voice scoffed, and Rachel stared at Willy. The [Will O’ Wisp] laughed as he flitted around her shoulders.

“Scared them off. Again.”

“I know. But it’s not my fault—”

“Fourth time. No new members.”

“Look, you don’t have to remind me about that, alright? Just—”