I held Teacher for a long time. Even when a person ceased to breathe, their body remained. That was why death was cruel.1

“Sir.”0

I heard someone calling me. The Heavenly Demon Cult’s elite demons in their black martial arts uniforms were surrounding me. Even while I was silently holding Teacher in my arms, the Great War of Good and Evil had continued; the Heavenly Demon Cult won the war.0

“We were in the middle of the battle, so we couldn’t afford to ask you. But many of us heard Lady Heavenly Demon calling you her disciple. Is it possible that you were chosen as her heir?” one of the demons asked, visibly nervous.0

I looked around. All of the cultists who had survived the war were looking at me. Even the ones whom Teacher had called the Four Demon Kings were among them. Some of them had bloody noses and torn lips; one of them was only left with one arm. All of them were soaked in blood. They all made as little sound as possible as they waited for me to speak.0

“…I don’t know if I can be considered her heir.”0

“Didn’t Lady Heavenly Demon take you in as her disciple?”0

“That’s right.” I held Teacher’s cold body closer. “I’m her disciple.”0

The demon now looked even more serious. “If she really made you her direct disciple, she must have taught you the Demonic Heaven Arts. I’m aware it’s rude, but I beg you. Please show us a form of the Demonic Heaven Arts.”0

Even though his tone was polite, he was basically saying, “It’s difficult to believe you’re actually the Heavenly Demon’s disciple, so show me the evidence.”1

I was treated as Teacher’s heir just because I was her...0