After the Fall of the Demon Race, Reincarnated as a Demon Girl - Chapter 36

“I have a friend who is a law professor at Brand University. If you’re interested in ‘taking a look around,’ I could help arrange that.”

Renith thought all this effort was rather unnecessary, as she had already made up her mind.

“There’s no need to go to such trouble. I’ve already settled on a plan. But your situation—the Angelica matter seems far more troublesome, doesn’t it? Your opponent is a high-ranking noble, while you’re just an ordinary lawyer.”

Renith’s thoughts drifted involuntarily back three hundred years. In those days, the nobles acted with utter arrogance. If they perceived anyone as a threat, they wouldn’t hesitate to dispatch assassins.

Renith herself had faced such dangers several times. Back then, she was still relatively weak. Once, pursued relentlessly by a group of death squads and cornered, she had no choice but to leap into a river, escaping in a wretched state, barely saving her own life.

“True. If that noble is determined to pull some strings, my chances of winning the case are extremely slim. Their networks are deeply intertwined; they have both wealth and power, making them incredibly difficult to deal with.”

After these past few days together, Renith felt Antina was quite thorough in her considerations, but there seemed to be one thing she hadn’t factored in. Renith decided to point it out:

“Madam, you are taking me to that meeting the day after tomorrow. On top of that, you have to worry about the Imperial envoy arriving in Mobius City in half a month. So, you must resolve this case you’re handling as quickly as possible. You have a heavy burden on your shoulders.”

“Furthermore, you assigned Vistah and Rosanie to look up information… Those two are clearly inexperienced. I fear they might struggle with the task.”

“Everyone has to have a first time. I’ll guide them properly once we get back… As for the half-month deadline, it’s tight, but it should be just enough time.”

Since Antina had confidence in herself, Renith saw no need to worry further.

The two of them had unknowingly arrived at the gates of Brand University. The lingering glow of the sunset cast a golden veil gently over the land; dusk had fallen.

Just as Rosanie had said, the university’s security measures were nearly draconian. On either side of the main gate stood four security guards, their postures ramrod straight. Dressed in identical uniforms, their eyes were sharp as hawks, vigilantly scanning everyone entering or leaving the campus.

Sure enough, before Renith and Antina could even get close, the guards surrounded them. They eyed Renith and Antina warily, hands resting on the gun holsters at their hips, ready to draw and fire at the slightest suspicious move.

“What are you doing here?” the lead guard asked sternly, his expression severe.

“We were just passing by,” Antina replied calmly, as they truly were just passing through and had nothing to hide.

“Passing by doesn’t explain taking this route. Tell us, what are you really up to?” The lead guard’s gaze was piercing, fixed tightly on them, not missing a single flicker of expression on their faces.

“There’s no law against walking this road! We just wanted to see what the university looks like! This is my daughter; who knows, she might even get in someday?”

After hearing Antina’s words, the guards dispersed, leaving only the leader. He patted Renith on the shoulder.

“Well then, you’ll have to study hard! Brand University is quite difficult to get into, no worse than some of the older established schools!”

Renith gave a slight bow, her face full of earnest sincerity.

“I understand. Although my grades aren’t great, I believe if I work hard, I should be able to get in.”

The guard raised an eyebrow.

“Alright, you’ve had your look. Now hurry up and leave. We’ve heard a VIP is visiting soon, hence these measures. It can’t be helped. The security wasn’t nearly this strict before.”

Renith wasn’t convinced. One less guard hardly qualified as ‘not nearly as strict.’

Antina and Renith quickly walked away, returning to the street they had come from.

“Since when did I become your daughter?” Renith asked, her tone laden with meaning.

“Apologies, it was just a spur-of-the-moment thing… You look so young, and I, a woman who looks nearly forty, an old lady… anyone would think I’m your elder.”

“Let’s hope there isn’t a next time.” Renith’s tone was flat, though it was hard to tell if she was actually angry, as her voice always carried that same even quality.

“The last time I came to Brand University, there were only four guards at the gate. The security force has more than doubled. Probably the ‘VIP’ they mentioned is coming to Brand University.” Antina quickly changed the subject; dwelling on the previous topic seemed risky.

“Lately, aside from the people from the Imperial City, what other VIPs could there be?” Renith didn’t think a second group of important figures would be visiting Brand University.

“True enough.”

As they talked, they walked back to the law office. On the table lay the ready-made food Antina had brought. They ate a simple dinner with Vistah and Rosanie, finishing quickly.

Outside, the twilight glow gradually faded. Night spread like a vast curtain, enveloping Mobius City in deep dusk.

Under the low-hanging night sky, Kors dragged his heavy steps through a dim alley. He felt his empty stomach again; the growling hunger, having missed two meals, washed over him like a tide.

To join the gang, he had resolutely taken out all his savings, hidden in the sole of his old leather shoes, treasures he guarded dearly. Each worn-down silver and copper coin was soaked with his blood and sweat.

That money should have bought him a few days of basic sustenance in his humble room. Now, it had become a stepping stone, an attempt to knock on the gang’s door.

Yet, those gang members couldn’t even be bothered to give him an explanation before roughly chasing him away. Such was reality.

They were nothing but filthy rats lurking in the shadows, skulking in Mobius City’s underworld, trampling on the law, yet they could swagger about arrogantly.

Kors couldn’t help but clench his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms. The largest gang in Mobius City had long since quietly infiltrated the very foundations of the Constabulary. The collusion between the upper echelons and the criminal underworld had made them powerful, holding the dark authority over this city.

He subconsciously tightened his grip, his knuckles turning white. A nameless fury surged in his chest, as if wanting to burn all this injustice to ashes.

But after taking a deep breath, that fire died out helplessly, replaced by a chill rising from deep within him—born of hunger, and of fear.

When it came down to it, Kors was just an ordinary man without any special skills. To survive in this cruel city of Mobius, joining a gang seemed his only path left.

Yet, the gang wouldn’t take him. He was trapped in a desperate situation.

Should he force his way into the gang’s territory? That would be suicide. Once he made an enemy of the gang, he would have no place left in Mobius City.

Helpless, Kors lay down in the shadows at the mouth of the alley. Beside him, a dim streetlamp cast a feeble light, seemingly mocking his helplessness and despair.

“Hey, move it! What’s taking so long!”

In the distance, the sound of uniform footsteps grew closer.

Kors instinctively peeked out. He saw squads of Constabulary troops in navy blue uniforms and black leather jackets, along with city guards stationed in the city, marching rapidly in the direction Kors had come from.

The two Constabulary members at the front held Thompson submachine guns, their cold metal glinting under the streetlights. The guards behind them uniformly carried bolt-action rifles, their military boots thudding dully and powerfully on the cobblestones. On the flanks, police personnel wearing ‘Police Bureau’ badges and light blue uniforms held pistols, looking around vigilantly.

What the hell are these people up to? Kors frowned, cursing inwardly. Couldn’t a man think about his life in peace at night?

But soon, his gaze fixed on the direction the Constabulary was headed—right towards the gang territory he had just come from!

Though Kors was completely baffled, he instantly realized this might be his only chance.

Having wandered around here for over a month, Kors knew the surrounding alleys like the back of his hand. Using his familiarity with the terrain, he decided to take a shortcut, quickly outpacing the annihilation force and arriving back at the gang’s outpost ahead of them.

“Listen to me, seriously! The Constabulary, the City Guard, and the Police… they’re all coming!” Kors relayed the message to the gang.

But the gang members standing guard at the door scoffed at him.

“Who are you trying to scare? I wasn’t born yesterday! Even if the Constabulary and Guard join forces, they might not be a match for us. Maybe you’re just pissed that I took your measly stuff and called the cops to scare us?”

The lean, muscular man who had previously taken Kors’s money, promising to tell the outpost leader about Kors’s desire to join, walked up to Kors. He slowly crouched down, one hand rubbing his smooth forehead, the other grabbing Kors by the collar.

“I’m not joking! There’s no time!”

Kors’s hand shot out and grabbed the muscular man’s collar in return. With a twist of his wrist, the burly man, caught off balance, stumbled backward, his ankle catching on the doorstep with a thud, and he fell heavily to the ground.

“Oww…”

Kors hadn’t intended to fight at all; it was purely an accident. But given the situation, any explanation seemed futile. Everyone around seemed convinced he had started it, their faces turning fierce as they picked up weapons and advanced on him step by step.

There was almost no time left to think of a way out.

In this critical moment, Kors knew that the only way to survive was to charge through that tightly shut door!

Gritting his teeth, he delivered a powerful kick.

With a loud BANG, the door was forced open. The noise instantly shattered the calm inside.

Everyone engrossed in the gambling tables turned their heads, their eyes collectively fixing on Kors standing in the doorway.

Kors took a deep breath and shouted at the top of his lungs:

“Brothers… listen to me! I’ll be straight with you! The Constabulary, the City Guard, and the Police are all headed this way!”

As soon as the words left his mouth, the previously bustling room erupted into chaos. Panicked shouts and curses filled the air.

Just then, the man sitting at the central table, with a menacing scar on his face, casually tapped his rather gentlemanly metal cane.

The crisp sound cut sharply through the noise. Everyone instantly quieted down, their gazes focusing on him.

“Boss, don’t listen to him… He’s just a troublemaker!” another sudden voice yelled out.