My Demon Professors Are All Gorgeous Girls
Chapter 86: Lilith’s End, Kazuki’s Beginning

Chapter 86: Lilith’s End, Kazuki’s Beginning

They came in the night.

Three figures, cloaked in shimmering gold, bearing blades carved from moonstone.

Valmira called them by name: The Daughters of the Broken Crown — remnants of the original Conclave, long thought dead. They had returned not to fight, but to test.

"You carry the Flame," one said. "Then prove it still burns for something more than vengeance."

Their challenge was simple: a spell duel without magic.

No fire. No ice. No lightning.

Just memory.

I stood in the circle. Lilith beside me. Valmira at my back.

And we spoke—not spells, but truths.

One by one, the daughters faded.

Not defeated.

Satisfied.

She had rewritten the Codex by hand.

One rune at a time. One word at a time. A task no mage, no scholar, no god had ever attempted.

And it was almost complete.

"I only need one more line," Valmira said softly, holding the final blank page. "But I don’t know what it should be."

We stood beneath the rising sun, her eyes darker than usual, her ink-stained fingers trembling.

"What are you afraid of?" I asked.

"That if I write the wrong ending, it’ll stick."

I took the quill from her hand. Held it between us.

"Then don’t write alone."

We wrote the last line together.

And the Codex breathed again.

Names carry weight.

That’s what the Codex told us once.

And yet, in all its pages — old and rewritten — one name had been erased entirely:

Kazuki Ren.

Mine.

"I’ve searched," Valmira said. "You’re referenced as ’the Architect,’ as ’the Chosen,’ even as ’the Catalyst.’ But never as yourself."

Lilith crossed her arms. "Someone removed him deliberately."

"But why?" I asked.

The answer came not from the Codex, but from the broken moon above.

A message burned across the sky:

"The first name was never yours. Take it back."

And just like that, I remembered who had taken it.

And why I’d let them.

The frost duchess didn’t fear war. She feared dancing.

"I was trained to lead armies," Seraphina said, brushing ash off her sleeves. "Not... waltz."

"You don’t need training," I said. "Just trust."

The Academy had one ballroom still standing, barely. We cleaned it up with old magic and candlelight.

And then we danced.

No music. Just heartbeat.

She moved awkwardly at first, stiff and mechanical.

But gradually, her steps softened. Her posture loosened. Her eyes met mine.

"I used to hate this," she whispered.

"Why?"

"Because it made me feel human."

"And now?"

She smiled.

"Now I want to feel everything."

The garden where the first shard was born had turned to ice.

Seraphina led us there with gloved hands and a quiet voice.

"This was my mother’s," she said, gesturing to the frozen blooms. "Before they made her a general."

We stood in the center, surrounded by frost-dusted petals.

Valmira whispered a rune of warming.

Yuria summoned a crackle of light.

Lilith knelt, planting a single ember into the soil.

And slowly... the garden began to thaw.

Not bloom. Not flourish. Just breathe.

A beginning.

She found me at the highest tower, where the first vow had been made.

"It’s time," Lilith said.

I looked at her, heart thudding. "For what?"

"For you to stop being our student."

She touched my face, thumb tracing the curve of my cheek.

"And start being our equal."

The Flame inside me pulsed.

I nodded.

And Lilith stepped back into shadow—her body melting into golden ash, her magic flowing into the sky.

She became a part of the realm.

And I became its guardian.

Not as an Architect.

Not as a warrior.

But as Kazuki Ren.

I never thought I’d hold a throne.

Not after everything — the war, the flame, the Codex’s death and rebirth. And certainly not after watching Lilith vanish like golden dust into the sky.

But now, I sat beneath the last surviving arch of the Academy, staring at a circlet of blacksteel lying in my hands.

Astraea approached from behind, cloak fluttering in the wind. "They want a leader."

I didn’t answer.

"You’re not choosing power, Kazuki," she said. "You’re choosing responsibility."

The circle around us wasn’t a coronation. It was a declaration.

"I’m not their king," I said. "I’m their anchor."

I stood, raised the circlet.

And said the one rule that would define the new era:

"No thrones. No crowns. Only choice."

The old dueling yard was abandoned, but Yuria had plans for it.

I watched as she cleared debris with raw muscle and stubborn effort. No magic. Just sweat.

"I want to turn it into something alive," she said, brushing dust from her cheek. "Something that doesn’t break things — something that grows."

"Like a garden?" I asked.

She nodded.

"But with lightning."

That part caught me off guard.

She knelt and placed a stone carved with her old family sigil into the soil. Then another. And another.

She wasn’t planting seeds.

She was planting memory.

I helped her build it, one crackling stone at a time.

And by dusk, the first bloom glowed with electricity and color.

The Codex screamed.

Only once — a single, echoing pulse from the vault below.

Valmira and I reached the chamber together. The rewritten Codex lay open on a blank page, ink dripping upward into the air.

A single phrase burned itself into the parchment:

"Not all architects build. Some dismantle."

"What does it mean?" I asked.

Valmira paled. "It’s a warning."

A rift tore open above the Codex — smaller than before, but deeper. This wasn’t from the Conclave, or the Crownless.

It came from outside the realm entirely.

"Another world?" I whispered.

Valmira swallowed hard.

"No. Another version of ours."

The man who stepped through the rift looked like me.

But older. Harder. His eyes weren’t warm — they burned like coals beneath frost.

"I’m what you become if you don’t choose them," he said. "If you choose control."

He wore the Codex on his back like a shield. His professors didn’t follow him — they obeyed him.

Lilith’s counterpart? A general. Seraphina’s? A queen. Yuria’s? Silent, her hands scarred from war.

"You can end this now," he said, offering me a black shard. "Take it. Reforge the world with certainty."

I looked past him.

At my friends.

At my loves.

And I shattered the shard underfoot.

"I already did."

The Codex wouldn’t settle.

Pages shifted unpredictably. The world flickered.

"Something’s wrong," Valmira said. "It’s rejecting me."

"You rewrote it," I reminded her.

"And now it wants to decide if I’m worthy."

The Trial came in the form of memories — not hers, but mine. My thoughts. My fears. My love.

Valmira stood inside a storm made of me.

I couldn’t help her.

She had to choose what part of me she truly believed in.

When she emerged, soaked in ink and shaking, she whispered: "You’re not just the Architect. You’re the reason I started believing in stories again."

The Codex calmed.

She had passed.