After the Fall of the Demon Race, Reincarnated as a Demon Girl - Chapter 24

Renith wasn’t displeased by the minor incident from earlier. With a calm demeanor, she strolled under the soft glow of the streetlights, nimbly stepping over the railway track that gleamed with a cold, silvery light in the illumination. Her eyes held a touch of curiosity.

“No magic… so this is what they call an ‘electric light,’ right?”

She murmured to herself, shifting her gaze from the streetlamp and inadvertently glancing toward the alley entrance. There, a group of emaciated, ragged refugees were resting wearily.

At the end of the road, Renith spotted several figures wearing gray-blue uniforms, with badges labeled “Police” pinned to their chests. Each had a firearm holstered at their waist.

Although Renith didn’t know what “Police” meant, she guessed it must be similar to a city guard.

Using “Light Bend,” Renith slipped past them unnoticed. Her current attire made it easy for her to be mistaken for a suspicious person.

The two police officers were completely unaware of Renith’s presence. Their gaze went right past her, locking onto the corner where the refugees were resting.

As they approached the refugees, the two officers raised their firearms and shouted loudly. Startled by the sudden yelling, the refugees scrambled to their feet in panic. Driven away by the officers, they scattered like frightened birds, leaving behind only a messy resting spot and an air thick with tension.

“It’s like this every day. Why don’t these guys just drop dead?”
One officer muttered under his breath.

“Can’t say that. Without them, where would our pay come from?”
“You’ve got a point.”

The two shared a smile, holstered their weapons, and continued their patrol down the street.

Renith closed her eyes, quickened her pace, and left the street behind.

Soon, she arrived at another street. The buildings here were noticeably more luxurious, and the street was lined with neon lights, their colorful beams intertwining and flickering.

Under the neon glow, both men and women had faces full of contentment. Dressed in fashionable clothes, they walked with light steps, arm-in-arm with companions, as if immersed in an endless feast.

Renith stood quietly at the entrance of the street, observing the bustling scene before her. They were both streets, yet the difference between the previous one and this one was staggering. If the first was a slum, then this was the heart of the royal city.

The image of Mobius City gradually overlapped with the description Lance had previously given her.

She took a deep breath and slowly stepped into this noisy street. The cobblestones underfoot shimmered with a glossy sheen reflected from the neon lights.

Shops lined both sides of the street, their display windows showcasing a variety of goods—from gorgeous jewelry and delicate crafts to fashionable clothing and delicious local snacks—everything one could imagine.

Renith only gave the merchandise a quick glance before looking away. She wasn’t captivated by the opulence around her; she wanted to find the law firm first.

She took the business card from her bosom and carefully compared the address on it to the door numbers, one by one.

Finally, at the very end of this bustling street, she found a somewhat dilapidated building.

This structure stood in stark contrast to the surrounding prosperity. There were no lights, no crowd; it was eerily silent and seemed completely out of place.

Renith approached slowly and easily pushed open the aged wooden door, which let out a soft “creak.”

“Huh, leaving the door unlocked? How considerate.”

Inside was a main hall. A bar counter stood in one corner, and the wall behind it was neatly lined with empty liquor bottles. The hall connected to a long corridor, flanked by four or five metal doors.

The law firm she was looking for seemed to be here, but it looked nothing like one. Instead, it resembled a tavern. Moreover, she seemed to have arrived a bit early—there was no one inside.

So, she gently closed the door, walked over to a sofa in a corner of the hall, and sat down. She casually picked up a book or two from a nearby shelf and began to read.

It wasn’t until the first light of dawn broke, the initial rays of sunlight piercing through the window lattice and falling gently like golden threads upon her face, that Renith finally put the books back.

Renith opened the wooden door and surveyed the street she had come from. The shops on both sides had closed their doors at some point, as it wasn’t yet business hours. The people who had been strolling arm-in-arm were gone, and the several-meter-tall streetlights in the distance had also been extinguished at some point.

But compared to the previous night, the street seemed even more “lively” now.

Pedestrians here, dressed in crisp suits, jostled against each other as they moved purposefully in their respective directions.

Trams moved steadily along their tracks, weaving through the streets, filled with passengers heading toward their destinations. Renith watched the extending rails—one end connected to the busy train station, the other leading to the nearby factories.

“We have a guest already? Why so early today?”

One of the metal doors in the corridor was pushed open slowly. After a dull sound, a woman in her thirties emerged. She was wearing gray sleepwear, her hair disheveled. She looked at Renith in the hall and offered a somewhat stiff smile.

“Please, carry on with your business.”

Antina expressed her gratitude to Renith, then briskly set about changing her clothes and washing up. In just over ten minutes, Antina had transformed.

She now wore a well-tailored suit jacket paired with simple jeans. Her long hair was pulled up into a neat high ponytail, with a few stray strands falling playfully by her cheeks.

She walked confidently and sat down gracefully on a sofa opposite Renith, her movements exuding competence.

Judging by her appearance, Antina seemed to be around forty years old.

“Hello, I’m Antina, the owner of this law firm.”

Antina introduced herself first. Renith responded casually with a few words of her own. After a brief exchange, Renith took out the letter Lance had given her from within her Codex and slid it across to Antina.

After reading it, Antina frowned, the creases on her brow deepening. After a long while, she tore up the letter, and her frown eased slightly.

“Hello, Miss Anna. I’ve received the letter, and I largely understand what Lance is trying to convey.”

Antina stood up and made a “please” gesture, leading Renith into the corridor. She unhooked a keychain from her belt, took off one of the keys, and pressed it into Renith’s hand.

“This is Lance’s room. I originally thought he would be back soon, but after reading the letter, it seems he won’t be returning for a while. This room is yours for now. Later, I’ll bring someone to help you buy some daily necessities.”

Now it was Renith’s turn to be confused.

“I was just looking for a place to rest for a bit. Buying new things really isn’t necessary, is it?”

As soon as Renith finished speaking, Antina stopped in her tracks. She turned around slowly, placed one hand heavily on Renith’s shoulder, and with the other, gently tugged at Renith’s slightly worn mage robe.

“Just look at what you’re wearing!”

Her voice rose a pitch. Renith was startled, her back involuntarily stiffening.

“You helped Lance so much, and now you’re here as my guest. If you keep wearing this, it makes me look like a poor host. Don’t worry about it; getting you some things was my idea. It won’t cost much.”

“Only someone as easygoing as Lance wouldn’t notice your attire!”

Renith looked down at her mage robe, which had been washed to a faded hue.

It was true—most mages nowadays spent all their time holed up in their towers. Wearing this robe outside did seem rather out of place.

Moreover, aside from this robe, she didn’t even have proper clothes underneath. If anyone found out, she’d likely be mistaken for some kind of pervert.

“For now, just rest easy in the room.”

Antina patted Renith’s shoulder. The smile on her face seemed less stiff now, as if that rigid expression was reserved specifically for clients.

“Thank you.”

After dealing with Renith’s matter, Antina walked over to two closed metal doors and knocked firmly on them. The crisp sound echoed in the quiet space.

“How much longer are you two going to sleep? Look, even our guest is up before you!”

Antina’s tone held a trace of anger, mixed with a frustration born of disappointed expectations.

“Teacher… are you sure you’re awake? We never have guests this early. You might as well let me sleep a bit longer… What’s the point of getting up so early anyway?”

A faint reply came from behind one of the metal doors, so quiet it was hard to make out without listening carefully.

“Vistah! Roganne!”

Antina’s patience had clearly worn thin. She took a deep breath and forced the words out through gritted teeth, her voice feigning anger:

“Vistah, if you don’t get up now, you’re not getting paid today! Roganne, if you keep this up, I’ll have your father come pick you up!”

Hearing this, the two inside seemed to stir. Vistah, the young man, moved fastest. He threw on his clothes hastily and rushed out to wash up.

Roganne was much slower. Vistah had already finished washing up by the time Roganne was still changing.

Vistah was dressed in a black suit, his brown hair combed back. This seemed to be the standard attire for the law firm, clearly designed to make every client feel immediately that the lawyers here were sharp and capable.

“Sorry for the embarrassing display.”

“It’s only natural, really.”

Renith responded with a smile. After all, she had met many young ladies with similar habits; it was a common trait.

But no matter how Renith tried to smooth things over, Antina only felt embarrassed. These two kids were so lazy. They were both talented students, but what would they achieve after graduation if they kept this up?

She didn’t need to worry too much about Roganne. Her father was a famous local mechanical engineer; the family wasn’t short on money. If she just mentioned it to her dear father, she could land a good job. Even if she were late every day, no one would dare criticize her.

But since she had come here, claiming she wanted to achieve something remarkable away from her father, she had to follow the rules of this firm. And Antina would do her best to train her.

Vistah had been quite diligent at first. He was the first student Antina had taken on. But over time, he had started slacking off too. Could laziness really be contagious?