
“If we look at him and his co-exchange students, we might be cursed or given bad luck to our studies.” “Yeah, I don’t want that either” “I heard that this demon ditched our president just to be with the side piece of a human, disgusting.” “Is this one of the demons that’s an exchange student here? I thought demons are hideous to look at.” Not even his eyes met theirs and keeping it glued straight forwardly. Every whisper, every snicker and every glance of the humans he came across felt like every inch of his dignity has stripped away from his body. The long walk towards your office is grueling for the prince of greed as he felt eyes surrounding him within the halls of the school.

While getting lost into his thoughts, Mammon had a hard time opening the door of the office entrance since both of his hands are occupied by the huge folders, forgetting that he’s a demon to begin with and uses his magic to open the door at ease. Knowing that these exchanged students from RAD treated their president so poorly that they dug their own grave to begin with. Just do the job and go, you’re gonna give me a headache here sheesh.” He replied as he uses two fingers to hold the bridge of his nose in annoyance as he walks away to sort out some documents within the office.Īnd it looks like not only (m/c) didn’t like him, aside from his brothers who received dirty and disappointing looks from the humans they have surrounded themselves. “Hey! Don’t call me ‘demon’ and the name’s Mammon! Ya hear me? I have a name!” The secretary of the human student council just rolled his eyes sarcastically.
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“Can you deliver these important papers to president (m/c)? I got my hands full lately and I might be in delay if I gave them the project proposal and the financial plans super late this afternoon.” David came down from the ladder of the tall bookshelf and handed the second born demon two heavy folders that contains such papers that is considered as confidential. “Hey demon,” a voice called for Mammon from above.
