Damia gently swept her long hair behind her ears, resting her chin on her hand as she pondered. Then, she tapped the back of her head while caressing her lips.

"Well...how should I say it..."

Curious about Emile's past, I eagerly leaned on Damia's desk, waiting for her to continue.

Suddenly, I felt a small weight on my back, and an excited voice from above exclaimed, "And then? And then?"

I lightly patted the soft cheek pressed against my head, lifting her up and placing her on Damia's desk.

"Isn't this your own business? Why are you so excited?"

"I don't know, nobody remembers such a long time ago." Emile replied in a playful manner.

Hey, what about the earth-shattering event? Can you forget about it just because it happened a long time ago?

"Emile doesn't remember, there's nothing she can do about it. After all, it happened right after she hatched... umm... when she was born."

Hey, I heard "hatched"... Did Emile come out of an egg?

"Anyway, it was just a recently born and still clueless Emile who accidentally did something very nasty..."

It sounds like Emile is suddenly mature now...

"When Emile did this, the whole world found out, and they tried to stop this disobedient little baby, but not even the so-called strongest at the time could stop her."

Don't make something that could destroy the world sound like a childish tantrum!

After that, Damia stepped in to stop Emile and took care of her until now… That event is what made Damia famous as the world's number one.

"What? You didn't say anything important at all! What did I do and why did the whole world find out?"

Emile, who was kicking her legs on the desk, complained dissatisfiedly.

"Hehe, who knows..."

Damia shrugged mysteriously, raised her eyebrow -

"You just need to know that the image of the 'Crimson Demon' who caused the 'Crimson Cataclysm' is completely different from the current Emile. With fiery red hair, blood-red pupils, a terrifying aura that scares even the bravest, capable of leveling mountains with a flick of her hand, that is the 'Crimson Demon' Emile that people know. As for how Emile looks now..."

Damia looked at Emile with a gaze that seemed to be looking at an idiot, patting Emile's head with one hand and holding her cheeks with the other so that she couldn't bite herself -

"Just a foolish little idiot with abundant magic but a mind that doesn't work."

Emile (pouting): "You're the idiot!"

Me (thoughtfully): "You're right..."

Emile (making a threatening gesture towards me): "Hey!?"

While using my right hand to press Emile's forehead, I turned to Damia and asked -

"By the way, Irene-senpai seems to know something about Emile, like her true identity."

"Irene, huh? The fourth-year student who stayed for three extra years..."

Damia gestured towards the unruly Emile, and a colorful bubble appeared around her, trapping her inside. The bubble slowly floated up and landed on a chair.

With Emile struggling inside, the bubble burst with a pop, and her body fell onto the chair beneath.

"Emile, don't you remember the name Irene?"

"Who knows, I have no recollection."

"Think carefully, three years ago, we had a certain event at the School of Balancing, right?"

"...Fantasy Creation?"

"Yes, the event where we all brainstormed and invented various things."

Emile thought hard, holding her head -

"Well...well...what was it... Oh! I remember, that event where one person dominated the top positions!"

Damia nodded with a smile -

"Yes, that person was Irene."