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Athasia, a cold-hearted assassin, wakes up in the fragile body of a bullied high school girl. Confused but calm, she soon learns from the lingering soul that this body was originally hers—one she never knew was taken from her. Deciding to embrace this unexpected twist, Athasia is determined to live this new life her way.

What she didn’t expect was Zamiel, the demon king with a sharp tongue and an even sharper gaze. Though their encounters start off cold and indifferent, something about him stirs emotions she’s long buried. As they grow closer, Athasia discovers that even a demon king has a softer side, one he seems to reveal only to her. Together, they navigate a new chapter filled with gentle warmth, quiet understanding, and perhaps... love.

THE DEMON'S CHOSEN ASSASIN

As soon as the teacher pointed to an empty seat near the front and said, "Zamiel, you can sit—"

Zamiel cut him off with a single word. "No."

A stunned silence fell over the classroom.

The students exchanged nervous glances. No one had ever outright refused the teacher like that. Some of the girls, who had already been fawning over Zamiel's striking features and cold, powerful aura, gasped, thinking he was too elite to sit beside just anyone.

The teacher raised a brow. "Excuse me?"

But Zamiel had already started walking past the empty seat, his long strides carrying him toward the back of the room—straight to Athasia.

Athasia, who had been leaning back lazily in her chair, tapping her pen against her desk, didn't even bother looking up. She already knew where this was going.

Mira, seated nearby, smirked and rested her chin on her hand, enjoying the show.

Zamiel pulled out the chair beside Athasia and sat down without hesitation.

For a moment, he didn't say anything—just leaned back, his sharp grey eyes fixed solely on her.

Athasia kept her gaze on her notebook, flipping a page as if he didn't exist.

But she could feel his presence. The weight of his stare. The quiet intensity.

Whispers spread like wildfire throughout the room.

"He totally ignored the teacher and sat next to her!"

"Ugh, what does he see in that bitch?"

"She's such an attention-seeker. First, she acts all mysterious, and now she's seducing the richest heir? Disgusting."

"She must've done something to catch his attention. Probably threw herself at him already."

Athasia, of course, ignored them. She'd heard worse.

Mira, on the other hand, raised an eyebrow, looking at the girls whispering in the corner. She cracked her knuckles meaningfully, making them flinch.

Zamiel, still watching Athasia, let out a small chuckle. "They talk a lot, don't they?" His voice was quiet, meant only for her to hear.

Athasia finally lifted her eyes, meeting his amused gaze. "Don't look at me. I didn't invite you here."

Zamiel leaned in, closing the already short distance between them. His breath ghosted against her skin as he murmured, "You sure about that, Fenice Oscura?"

Athasia's fingers twitched around her pen.

She kept her expression neutral, but her irritation was evident in her tone when she whispered back, "I'll appreciate it if you stopped looking at me."

Zamiel's smirk deepened. His voice was lower, teasing, filled with something dark and knowing. "Nope."

Athasia inhaled slowly, resisting the urge to smack him.

Mira, watching this unfold with great interest, barely held back a laugh. "Zamiel, you should be careful," she teased. "Athasia might stab you one day."

Zamiel didn't even flinch. "She can try," he said smoothly, his gaze never leaving Athasia's.

The girls who had been badmouthing Athasia clenched their fists in jealousy, unable to believe what they were seeing.

Meanwhile, the teacher, pinching the bridge of his nose in exhaustion, muttered, "Just sit down and stop flirting in my class."

The class erupted into suppressed laughter.

Chapter 28