After the Fall of the Demon Race, Reincarnated as a Demon Girl - Chapter 41

Antina was filled with confusion. Renith had only skimmed the notes for half a minute—how could she already have come up with a plan? Curiosity brimmed inside her, and she couldn’t help but say:

“I’m all ears.”

Renith raised a hand and pointed at the notebook in front of Antina, her gaze settling steadily on the four words “Framing and Incrimination” as she began to speak slowly:

“Throughout my journey, the tactic I’ve seen most often is framing and incrimination… In fact, this idea only came to me when I happened to glance at your notes.”

“I think we can use Cork.”

Renith continued with a serious expression:

“The recent series of events—the intense gunfights erupting to wipe out the gangs, the sudden increase in security on campus, and the large-scale brainwashing activities happening within the school… I feel like there might be some hidden connection between them all.”

“Just like we discussed last time, ‘Cork decided to target the gangs because he’s eager for political achievements.’ So then, to solidify his support base, wouldn’t he have to win over the public, especially the younger generation?”

After listening, Antina nodded thoughtfully, seemingly following Renith’s train of thought.

“In that case, the school is also part of Cork’s foundational support, right? As long as we can win the students’ support, Cork will have no choice but to take notice. We just need to find a way to pressure Cork into putting pressure on Matthan, make him see Beriyet as a troublesome thorn, and realize that ditching Beriyet would bring him more benefits. That might just achieve our goal.”

“Nobles have always been selfish; their first consideration is always their own interests before anything else. But the problem is, how exactly do we do this…”

Just as Antina was starting to have a moment of clarity, new doubts began to surface.

“Exactly. So, to win voters’ support—putting aside the dangerous elements—who would Cork most want to deal with, and who would be easiest for him to handle?”

Renith looked directly at Antina, as if waiting for her answer.

Antina furrowed her brows slightly, thought for a moment, and said:

“The displaced? The nobility? Or corrupt officials?”

At that moment, Vistad, who had been sitting quietly in the corner, suddenly spoke up:

“The rebels!”

Renith gave Vistad an approving look and then asked slowly:

“Explain your reasoning?”

Vistad pointed at the newspapers on the ground and said:

“After looking deeper into the Empire’s actions, I’ve found there are quite a few voices in this city opposing the Empire. However, most of the rebels are displaced people or small, disorganized groups that the police can easily suppress.”

“But every suppression of rebels gets heavily publicized, probably because it showcases the city’s law enforcement strength.”

Following Vistad’s gesture, Antina looked at the newspapers, which indeed recorded many reports of rebel groups being arrested by the police and thrown into prison.

“But rebels made up of displaced people can’t possibly draw Cork’s attention. In his eyes, they’re just minor issues he can sweep away with a wave of his hand… Wait, are you suggesting?”

Antina seemed to have thought of something.

“What if it were a rebel group composed of noble lords and factory owners?”

Renith looked at Antina, a hint of deeper meaning in her eyes. She was referring precisely to the rebel meeting scheduled for tomorrow.

According to Antina, many nobles and factory owners would attend this meeting—key figures in the capital flow of Mobius City. Cork would find it hard to ignore them.

“Absolutely not!”

Antina suddenly stood up, her emotions somewhat agitated.

She simply couldn’t accept Renith’s suggestion. If the meeting and its rebellious content were leaked, Mobius City might never have a chance to rise again!

Cork and those transients affiliated with the Empire would keep everything tightly under their control—neither freedom nor capital would remain.

“Who said anything about having to expose the information? And… it’s possible this meeting has already been exposed. It’s an effective way to test loyalties.”

Renith said calmly.

With so many nobles and bosses gathering for a meeting, information was bound to leak easily. For the sake of his own career advancement, Cork had probably already planted his own informants throughout Mobius City. This meeting might have already caught his attention.

“What did you say?”

Antina was about to flare up, her face full of displeasure.

“Miss Antina, you don’t need to do anything. We just need to bring Beriyet to the meeting venue and pin a rebellion charge on him. Or, we could organize a separate meeting and find a way to lure Beriyet there.”

Renith unhurriedly laid out her plan.

“Once he’s entangled in trouble, we can seize the opportunity to achieve our goal.”

After hearing this, Antina frowned and said:

“To be honest, I don’t think this is a good plan.”

Vistad, sitting nearby, also nodded in agreement with Antina’s view.

“However, compared to the flawed plans we came up with before, yours is indeed more reliable.”

Renith actually had other ideas in mind. Like the statue at the school, she could use magic to manipulate Beriyet into doing things that truly fit a rebel’s identity, or directly alter their memories using Taokin’s methods.

But these approaches were too extreme, and Antina and the others definitely wouldn’t accept them.

“Then let’s proceed with this plan for now. But if you can come up with a more effective method before evening, feel free to come and tell me. If there’s really no other way, then I’ll have no choice but to personally find Beriyet and bring him to tomorrow’s meeting.”

“Meeting?”

Vistad asked, his face full of confusion.

“I’d really like to go too, to broaden my horizons and gain some experience.” As soon as Vistad asked, he suddenly thought of something, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

“No, Vistad, you can’t go. That place, as Miss Anna said, is a mixed bag, and the situation is very complex.”

Teacher Antina objected firmly.

“No, my dear Teacher Antina. I feel I must go. If I keep hiding in this comfort zone, how am I any different from the weak and incompetent person I used to be? I want to make a change, not become a fragile flower in a greenhouse, bound by the school’s shackles!”

Vistad clenched his fist and placed it over his chest.

“This…”

Teacher Antina was momentarily speechless. Deep down, she genuinely hoped Vistad would truly awaken and grow. But as his half-teacher, she couldn’t bear to let him step into such dangerous territory.

“You’ve really grown a lot. It’s hard to imagine someone could change so much in such a short time.”

Teacher Antina said with emotion.

Hearing Teacher Antina’s praise, Vistad unconsciously scratched his head, a hint of shyness appearing on his face.

Indeed, his transformation was immense. In just a few days, he had gone from initial doubt, to witnessing certain things firsthand, to now resolutely deciding to take action.

For an ordinary person, they might have wavered and hesitated throughout this process, stuck for years, decades, or even a lifetime, unable to take that step.

“You are outstanding; I knew I wasn’t wrong about you. But this is an extremely serious decision. Once you agree, there might be no turning back. Think carefully about your family, think about your own future…”

Teacher Antina advised earnestly.

Meanwhile, Rogany, sitting to the side, was happily eating snacks from her bowl. She had been listening for a while but still hadn’t quite grasped what the three of them were discussing.

It felt like the topic started with discussing solutions, but somehow it inexplicably drifted into matters of rebellion.

Could Vistad and Teacher Antina be members of some social terrorist group? Like that gang organization they encountered last night?

No, no, that couldn’t be.

If that were true, Vistad’s future would be completely ruined, and his family would be implicated. Teacher Antina would lose her beloved office and never be able to do the work she loves again. Even the promise between her and her teacher probably couldn’t be fulfilled.

There would be no benefit for them at all.

Listen, Teacher Antina is trying her best to persuade Vistad not to get involved.

It seems I was overthinking. It must be Vistad’s strong curiosity at play, or perhaps there’s some oversight in how they’re handling the Beriyet matter.

Thinking this, Rogany couldn’t help but interject:

“If Vistad wants to go, let him. Even if you try your hardest to stop him, he’ll definitely find a way to sneak there anyway. Rather than that, why not let him have his way? Let him give it a try; maybe he’ll back off on his own when he realizes how tough it is! After all, not everyone is as stubborn as Lance.”

In Rogany’s memory, Lance seemed to come from a remote village. When he first arrived in the city, he didn’t even have a place to stay.

He wandered the streets for several days before the kind-hearted Teacher Antina found him and took him in temporarily.

During his time at school, Lance was extremely dissatisfied with the educational model and simply refused to attend.

At first, Rogany thought Lance was a poor student with bad grades like herself. Surprisingly, even without going to school, his grades improved rapidly, which was enviable.

However, last month he suddenly disappeared. It seemed that while investigating factory matters, he accidentally crossed a factory owner. In the end, Teacher Antina had to use money to settle the trouble for him.

Teacher Antina had repeatedly warned him with heartfelt advice, but he just wouldn’t listen, insisting on his own way, and ended up in this situation.

It’s said he’s returned to his village now, though who knows what he’s doing there.

“Yeah, teacher, as the saying goes, ‘Newborn calves aren’t afraid of tigers.’ If I don’t go, how will I know how dangerous the world is?”

Persuaded by Vistad and Rogany’s words, Antina agreed.

She looked at Renith with a pleading gaze.

“Alright, I understand. I’ll keep an eye on him.”

With Renith’s protection, Vistad should be safer… right?