The questions I heard were so bizarre that they completely overshadowed the seriousness of the moment. It felt more like a conversation between a student and a teacher rather than one between the Demon King and a member of the Black Order. However, we couldn’t just talk about trivial matters forever.0

“Before sharing the information I have on Cantus Magna, there are a few things I want to know,” I said.0

“Speak. If it’s a question I can answer, I will,” replied Effenhauser.0

“You’re not a mage, are you, sir?”0

Effenhauser was not a mage. Therefore, the Black Order member I’d first encountered, who had appeared right after Aaron Mede’s death, could not have been Mr. Effenhauser. The one I had come across during the cross-dressing contest could have been Mr. Effenhauser, or maybe not. The homeroom teacher that was a mage was Ms. Mustang, the homeroom teacher of Class B. 0

‘Surely, it’s not possible that, because the Class A homeroom teacher is part of the Black Order, then Ms. Mustang is part of Cantus Magna, right? Also, why would someone who isn’t a mage be affiliated with a magical secret society?’2

“There’s no stipulation that every member of the Black Order has to be a mage,” Effenhauser replied simply. 0

I didn’t know what the membership requirements for the Black Order were. However, I knew that Aaron Mede had just been a low-level pawn. If wasn’t...0