The Narrow-Eyed Villain of the Demon Academy

“Where have you been all this time?!”

*Gulp*-.

Rem shouted and grabbed me by the collar.

I stared blankly at Rem, baffled by the situation.

She looked at least five years older.

Perhaps, at a guess, she was now old enough to enter middle school.

Not that the concept of middle school would exist here.

I opened my mouth to speak.