[Dreamweaver String]: “Find her and get her to help you reclaim the Demon Dragon Pillar?”
“You don’t even know what demon clan she belongs to, do you? What if she’s from a clan hostile to your Demon Dragon Clan?”
“You haven’t forgotten, have you? After your Demon Dragon King was tricked and killed by the Silver Dragon Clan, the other faction’s clans didn’t hesitate to kick you while you were down.”
[Last Hope of the Demon Dragon Clan]: “Of course I remember. My situation back then was dire. If it weren’t for Her Highness the Princess helping me escape, I’d probably have died.”
“If I find this other demon hiding in Saint Roland Magic Academy and she’s from one of those clans that betrayed us, I won’t bother with her. Let the humans find her and kill her.”
Watching the chat panel in my mind, with these three going on and on, I’m starting to feel like I’m in danger.
Hearing that the demon next to me wants to find me makes my situation feel precarious. I don’t even know if demons have some special way to track their own kind.
Judging by the words of “Last Hope of the Demon Dragon Clan,” she seemed awfully confident about finding other demon spies.
I don’t know where she gets that confidence. Maybe she doesn’t know I have a Senro Breath Pearl too, since they’ve been chatting this long without realizing I’m lurking.
It seemed this chat group didn’t display users unless they spoke.
That’s why I hadn’t been detected despite being in the group for so long.
From their conversation, I learned that all the demon spies in the group possessed a Senro Breath Pearl, a demon-specific treasure.
This pearl could hide one’s aura, suppress bloodlines, and, as I now discovered, create a chat group in one’s mind.
Unlike ordinary communicator group chats, which risked leaks, this one was exclusive to those with a Senro Breath Pearl.
Apparently, anyone with a Senro Breath Pearl automatically joined the group.
Activating the pearl required the blood of a specific demon clan, so they weren’t too worried about leaks.
I looked down at the Senro Breath Pearl in my hand, unsure of its origins but forming a reluctant guess.
Though I found this pearl in Ethelrina’s room, she didn’t know its purpose and had never activated it.
According to the original novel, Ethelrina had no connection to demons whatsoever.
If anything, she despised them.
The system told me this pearl was left by my mother, which would mean my mother was likely a demon.
Since the demon spies in the chat said only their carefully selected members had these pearls, they used the group for intelligence sharing.
If a Senro Breath Pearl could fall into human hands, they wouldn’t use it for such sensitive communication.
Considering my appearance and aura after bloodline activation—silver-white dragon scales, a dragon tail, small dragon horns, and a constant demonic aura—my mother might have been from the Demon Dragon Clan.
And that would make me one too.
But I’m a transmigrator from Blue Star, aren’t I? My body is still my Blue Star body. How could I have a demon mother? How could I be a demon?
I refused to accept my own theory, mentally trying to convince myself otherwise.
I haven’t seen what the Demon Dragon Clan looks like. How can I be sure my activated bloodline makes me look like them?
Even if I do look similar, so what? Maybe it’s just a coincidence, not an actual connection.
That’s right, that’s it. I’m not a demon at all. I’m human—a human raised in an orphanage.
My mother must be human too. She probably abandoned me for some reason—maybe poverty or some hardship. She definitely wasn’t a demon.
The more I thought about it, the more I believed my own reasoning. Even without a mother’s presence growing up, I didn’t want a demon to fill that role.
Getting tangled up with demons never led to anything good. My life was fine as it was—no need to get involved with them.
I remembered the novel’s ending: Ethelrina eventually drove out the invading demons, and some of the worst were purged.
If I got caught up in that purge, wouldn’t that be a disaster?
Worse, that “Last Hope of the Demon Dragon Clan” seems determined to find me. I can’t let her.
I didn’t want to get dragged into demon affairs. If she found me, she might rope me into helping her reclaim the Demon Dragon Pillar.
The Demon Dragon Pillar didn’t sound like something we could easily find. If the dean of Saint Roland Magic Academy brought it here, it was unlikely demons could take it back.
Such an important artifact would be hidden in a secure, heavily guarded location.
The fact that this demon spy had no leads on the pillar showed how well the dean had concealed it.
Having read the original novel, I knew this event never happened in the story. If “Last Hope of the Demon Dragon Clan” had found the pillar, it would’ve been mentioned.
I considered reporting the demon spy next to me but, after some thought, realized it wouldn’t work.
I hadn’t sensed any demonic aura from her, and during dinner, I didn’t notice any scales on her body.
That ruled out using Ethelrina’s scale to accuse her of stealing the pearl.
She was likely using a Senro Breath Pearl to hide all demonic traits, just like me.
To me, she seemed no different from the other academy students. If anything stood out, it was that, in her male disguise, she looked strikingly delicate—more like a girl than a boy.
Her male attire might be part of her cover, and her true form was probably female. Her words also revealed that Chiye was her roommate.
This fit the orange novel’s conventions: heroines never had intimate contact with male characters, a major taboo the story avoided.
That meant Chiye’s dorm was likely all-female.
I’m getting sidetracked. I slapped my forehead.
Just pretend nothing happened and that I never saw this chat group.
With that, I prepared to open the bathroom door and return to the dinner table.
Though the food there was terrifying and Flora was subtly sparring with me, compared to the demon next to me, Flora seemed downright friendly.
I just wanted to hurry back to Flora’s side. As one of the novel’s heroines, her strength was undeniable—she could definitely protect me.
But as I opened the bathroom door, the demon spy next door opened hers too, and our eyes locked.