The Narrow-Eyed Villain of the Demon Academy

The tide of the battle had turned in an instant.

The soldiers who had stopped to watch the duel between Crete and the Sword Saint now resumed their attack.

But their morale, fueled by witnessing Crete's defeat, was different now.

They were relentless, cutting down the Demon soldiers with renewed vigor.

Despair washed over me.

Defeat.

It was a bitter pill to swallow.

I knew this battle was destined to happen, but a part of me couldn't help but feel a pang of regret.