The Devil WithInn 189 The Storm 1

Hearing the two loud men slander their beloved academy, the four male students at the corner grumbled with anger. But they felt too scared to go against the two loud men who looked like skilled adventurers. The one who first spoke was a buff man who looked like a strong fighter from the armor and weapons he had taken off and displayed by his side while the one across him looked like an experienced magic user despite his small physique because he had these wise domineering eyes that seemed as though he had seen every unfortunate incident the world had to offer.

The students knew that going against them would be unwise. After all, even if they are known to be "geniuses" of their age, they lack the experience and the expertise to dare to fight against those who looked like they had lots of them. So, with a frustrated huff, they all kept their comments to themselves.

But, a few minutes later, they soon abandoned the thought of keeping quiet. And it was all because of a certain someone worsening the situation.

"Hah?! What did those dips.h.i.ts just say?! Are they calling me crazy again?! Why the f.u.c.k do you guys keep doing that?!"

Inna struggled under Raghnall's hand. And after exerting much effort, she finally broke free from his grasp. And then, before Raghnall can grab her, she charged towards the table of the two men. She slammed her hand hard on their table and it shook with great force, making all their food and drinks spill and splatter to the ground.

"Hey!"

The fighter and the magic user abruptly stood up as they tried to avoid getting themselves and their equipment wet or stained from the mess before them.

"Hey yourself, b.a.s.t.a.r.ds!"

Inna looked at both of them with a drunken glare.

"I tell you I'm not crazy!"

She menacingly pointed her finger as she drew closer to the fighter. She would've been intimidating if it weren't for the fact that she was swaying unsteadily while doing so.

"I'm not crazy! I just don't belong here! Just because I'm f.u.c.king different doesn't mean I'm crazy! If it weren't for those minions… ugh, those f.u.c.king minions, I love them but they seriously need to learn how to take care of themselves, y'know?! Like, they can't even do their own laundry! And even use a hair dryer! A HAIR DRYER! WHICH JUST DRIES HAIR! I knew how to use it when I was ten, y'know?! They were so clueless before that it was like they were just born when they met me! You get what I mean?!"

Inna grabbed the collar of the fighter's leather outer robe tightly as though she was about to hit him. But she peered at him with sadness and loneliness in her eyes.

"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING! Those guys… They must be crying right now… I mean, who wouldn't cry, y'know? They lost their mother hen."

Then suddenly, Inna hugged the man as she sobbed. The fighter raised both his arms in shock as he tried to process what was happening.

"Oh G.o.d, my baby chicks are out there in the world while I'm here in this stupid place. MY BABY CHICKS! MY LITTLE MINIONS!"

Inna cried uncontrollably in the stranger's arms as she held on to his inner leather robe for dear life.

Meanwhile, Raghnall wanted to pry her off the man as soon as she began hugging him. But he had a feeling that if he were to interfere with her drunken talk, she'd go into a frenzy so he decided against it.

But when he saw her grabbing a bottle that looked eerily like the deadly drink, Hunter's Demise, after her uncontrollable sobbing, he knew he should immediately intervene.

In a flash, he grabbed the bottle that was on Inna's hand to prevent her from drinking more.

"Inna! Stop this! You know you can't take anymore!"

Inna tried to move the bottle but the st.u.r.dy grip of Raghnall made her unable to do so. She tried to remove his hand with force but the alcohol seemed to slowly affect her strength, making her as weak as a twig.

After a couple of seconds of playing a small game of tug of war with Raghnall for the bottle of deadly wine, Inna suddenly felt weak and drowsy. Her hand had trouble maintaining its grip and Raghnall was finally able to pry the bottle away from her.

He sighed from exhaustion as he tried to support Inna who was starting to fall asleep.

Raghnall was about to apologize to the two men that Inna disturbed when the fighter suddenly exploded.

"So, she's your woman? Such a crazy monster, that girl! Can you do us all a favor and keep that girl under control?! Or better yet, just throw her into the Miasma forest! That'll teach her some manners!"

The man screamed at Raghnall as he tried to wipe Inna's snot off his robe.

The magic user who kept silent throughout the exchange could no longer endure and exploded as well.

"This is what happens when a man gives a woman too much liberty! Women are not supposed to drink like men! To think that there would be lady drunkards in the esteemed Eldora Academy. How disgusting. This just goes to show how GREAT they are at teaching their students. They can't even teach them basic manners, huh."

The four students could no longer hold in their anger and they began to speak up one by one.

"Don't you dare lump us students with her!"

"She is no student at Eldora Academy! She's just someone the Headmaster picked up!"

"She's no genius at all! She doesn't deserve the right to be called a student from the Eldora Academy! She's only a charity case! A beggar who tries hard to be someone she can never become!"

"She's the weakest student admitted in Eldora's history! She's even weaker than the chairs you're all sitting on! In fact, that idiot's only in Starter Rank despite being an adult! She's just a disgrace to the Academy's reputation!"

The two men, after hearing such animosity from the four students, were unable to react from shock. But then, after a few seconds, the students' words finally sank in and they erupted into laughter while their eyes held a mocking gaze. The rest of the people dining on the second floor laughed along as well with that same mocking glint in their eyes.

With her sleep ruined from the noise, Inna was now wide awake as she witnessed everyone laughing at her.