When Demon Child Become Human
␑| Start II

First opening my eyes, I was greeted by another unusual sight.

The high white ceiling and the wind felt stroking the hair made my consciousness slowly return to the strand.

I tried to sit-ah, apparently when the heart was hit by the function of the organs in the body is inhibited. Feeling deprived of oxygen when breathing, vision is also shaded.

I started touching my head.

"Oh! Already conscious?"

A familiar voice sounded, but I did not recognize it either. I also turned to .. brown-haired man.

"Sorry about yesterday."

"uh? Yesterday?"

"You forgot? I shot you."

"Oh, no problem. I won't die." Now I looked down and looked at both hands, then muttered, "It's weird."

I move the fingers one by one. Quick. Getting faster. Closed with both hands.

Then, I stretched my arms up.

It feels so light.

"Why? Is something uncomfortable?"

I replied, "No. Only ... can fully control the body."

I closed my mouth with my right hand; trying to think.

If I was injured, it usually recovered even if it was a severe injury like a broken hand. Now, to recover takes a lot of time and the pain feels real.

Besides, I also have a hard time controlling my mind, sometimes my soul drifts. The body ended up moving on its own without me noticing.

Ah, wait.

I can control my own body, but it's momentary and really heavy. Very burdened. Usually I would lose consciousness before I could do much.

Now I'm free.

I realized ... Where is my shirt?

I fumbled at my body. No shirt. Only bandage wrapped neatly especially the left chest.

"The injuries hurt?"

Spontaneously I stared at him for a moment, then looked back down.

Maybe he's got a lot of incisions in my body.

"No, it's a scar. Been a long time. Maybe there's something new. I don't know."

"So the age of thousands of years is true ...."

"Yes. I am immortal," I insisted, "and not of this world."

"Why can?"

Of course because of his sacrifice.

At that time my loved ones gathered in front. I tried to reach it, but was unable; powerless.

It was the first time I was fully conscious for perhaps more than a hundred years.

Not knowing what was really going on at that moment, but he smiled with tears continuing to flow until a white light enveloped us.

And I ended up here.

My view became lethargic. "Because he wished I could live a normal life."

Suddenly the man clasped one of my hands and the other hand stroked my hair.

My reflexes turned my head and watched her eyes look very shady, also painting sadness. However, he smiled warmly as if showing deep concern.

To be honest it gives a bit of calm, but ....

"Don't you know I'm dangerous?"

I pulled his hand from his head.

"You don't know what I am, do you? Moreover, it cannot die. Could've attacked you all of a sudden."

"If you're evil, you'll attack the first time you're sober. There is no evil man who clearly mentions his evil desires."

Now his smile widened plus a tinge of red appeared on his mature brown face.

"You're a good man."

Spontaneously I was shocked to the point of turning my face away.

Where there is I good. Killing humans, well from where?

"Actually ... just don't want to hurt anyone," I said weakly by linking fingers.

"That means you want to help people? Come with us. Help us. What else you have nowhere to go back."

If you think about it, I have no purpose.

On the one hand, I also have to keep living because he sacrificed himself for me.

Me, whom he wished to live a normal life.

Is this normal?

I exhaled and nodded in agreement. Quickly he sorted out the documents on my bedside table.

"Please fill out this document for student data." He put a sheet of paper and a pen on the clutch board.

A pupil? What else is that? I was curious to read the paper.

Uniquely, I immediately understood what was written there. However, it contained only a lot of empty columns with some complicated explanations.

"Fill your name here, then the date of birth. Just fill in the empty column."

I stared deeply at the paper, then handed it to the brown-haired man.

"It."

"Did? You haven't written anything."

I tilt my head. "I don't know when I was born, my parents, my age, my name, or anything else."

"Lost memory?"

"No." I exhaled a long breath. "I've said, I remember everything from birth to now. It's just me .. I don't know, there just like that."

He took the paper I gave him and looked at it with a listless look. Then I turned to look at the window.

The open glass delivers a cool feeling and the curtains of the room swing gently. Deep down there are a lot of people running around in ... field? Probably playing ball.

This place is much more peaceful than I know.

"At least fill in the name, so we know how to call you." My attention was distracted and I began to look at him. "Maybe a nickname."

He handed the documents to me again.

My nickname .. I wrote it and handed it over.

"Emmm, what is this? R. E. D. Red ... S--"

"REDSTAR'S. When I was little I saw the name near the bed."

He looked at me for a moment before returning to look at my writing and muttered, "This Code Name is like EVE, not a nickname."

Ow. What else is that?

"I'm sorry if my writing is a mess, I haven't written and read for a long time."

He was surprised when I said that. "Aren't you thousands? Should be more experienced than Lucian."

"Hm? Experience ... I spent more time locking myself in the forest. It's because of man---"

Wait, he's human, right?!

I'm inching-ah, for a second! Doesn't feel like a danger.

Different from the people who approached me with a sinister face, this person actually looked at me with obvious pity.

Suddenly he patted my head.

"My name is Kaidan Dushku, just call Kaidan. I'll be your teacher. From now on, I will help you learn. It just so happened that after the investigation you were given a lot of free time because waiting for news from the subordinates about the Tiamat case until there was a follow-up order from Lucian."

Aaaa, I tried to understand what he said, but I didn't understand a single one.

"You see the scan yesterday? Ahahaha, SS Grade Swordmaster! Swing--" capability"

"No way." Quickly I looked down deeply. "No holding a sword."

"Ah, errr ... What about Executioner? You're good at working in shadow-"

"No."

I immediately covered my face with my right palm.

The memory fragment returned as I hid in the dark, ambushing and killing humans mercilessly with a flat face. Out of control; cold-hearted; brutal; merciless, slashing at anyone in front like a cold-blooded animal.

When my consciousness returned, I .

I don't want to hurt anyone. No more touching sharp objects. It won't.

I ended up grimacing small.

"Then Soul Dancer! Although Grade B, if you practice you can definitely."

That sentence caught my attention. "Soul Dancer?"

"They are Class Support, more focused on doing healing and remote assistance with Floating Hourglass weapons."

"Floating ... Hourglass?"

"Each Class has its own weapons and Floating Hourglass is more like."

"I took it," I insisted.

"Then we go back to the EVE room for re-registration and save the Heart Core, if you already feel healthy. Oh, yeah!"

The man got up from the bench and picked up something next to the bed.

Curious, I got up and walked up to him.

He handed me a white coat and an ash alma mater. I was silent for a moment staring at him.

"This is your uniform. Welcome to Vaughan Academy!"

New clothes ... oh, as expected.

When wearing it, the shirt changed due to the aura coming out of my body. The academy uniform became a long black cloak suit.

He was so surprised that his eyes did not blink a single bit.

"It's normal" I said, "what I'm wearing will all be black."