I teleported to the extra-dimensional space where the demon was.
He was still unconscious.
Well, when you've been beaten half to death like that, you don't wake up right away.
Since there was nothing else to do, I applied a little healing.
I didn't want to heal him too much in case it triggered another episode of
After the healing, I watched him for a while, and before long the demon groaned and opened his eyes.
"W-wakaba-san?"
The demon murmured in a small voice.
Yep, yep.
Everyone's idol,
Ugh, what a pain.
Why do I have to stand in for D like this?
"In here, they call me White."
"Right. I'm Lars. If you could call me that, I'd appreciate it."
Lars. Wrath.
I don't know how that came about, but the demon clearly didn't want to go by his original name either.
That worked out fine for me.
No prying into each other's pasts, and we'd leave the matter of names right there.
"So, White. Where is this place?"
Naturally, he'd be curious.
The extra-dimensional space we were in was pretty much the default settings.
In other words, a vast, empty expanse with nothing in it.
No light either, since there was nothing to illuminate.
A pitch-black void.
That said, I had pulled in air and other necessities for sustaining life.
Without that, I'd die not from suffocation but from the anomalous pressure of a vacuum.
Beyond that, I had adjusted the settings so things were visible even in the dark.
Right now, the demon's field of view showed nothing but a pitch-black void with a single figure standing in it — me.
No wonder he was asking where this place was.
"I created this extra-dimensional space."
"An extra-dimensional space. I figured as much."
Surprisingly, the demon said it like it was no surprise.
Did he already know this wasn't a normal space?
"I have spatial magic too. I could tell this wasn't an ordinary room."
He'd probably hadn't shown it on his face, but the demon picked up on my question and added the explanation.
Oh, right — he'd been pulling that Gob-like stunt back then.
He did have spatial magic.
I'd interfered once and peeked inside, then completely forgotten about it.
Honestly, it wasn't at a level that posed a threat to me, so I hadn't given it much weight.
Spatial magic, once leveled up, could start inflicting damage on me too.
It wasn't just that I specialized in spatial sorcery — the evolution of spatial magic, dimensional magic, had a proven track record of striking even D.
That was probably quite the trump card trick, but the fact that it had happened before meant it wasn't impossible to replicate.
So spatial magic users were worth being wary of, but at the demon's current Level, I'd judged he wasn't anywhere close to reaching me.
"There's a lot I want to ask, but — are there others besides us? Did everyone from our class get reincarnated into this world too, maybe?"
Hm?
He's asking that?
Ah, well, yeah. That makes sense.
If you had former classmates right in front of you, your mind would naturally go there.
Especially since the demon had been rampaging as Wrath and hadn't been in a state to communicate with anyone.
There was no way he'd have any info on other Reincarnators.
"They're all here."
"All of them. I really didn't expect that."
He said he didn't expect it, but the demon didn't look all that surprised.
He must have considered a few different possibilities just from the fact that I was standing in front of him.
The demon's previous self, Sasajima-kun, had always struck me as someone whose mind worked fast.
The kind of person who read the room and chose his words carefully.
It wasn't so much that he was smooth at navigating social situations — more that he was desperately trying not to disturb the peace.
Well, being able to read the atmosphere and speak accordingly did mean his mind worked pretty quickly.
When I say "mind works fast" here, I don't necessarily mean he was good at studying.
There were plenty of people who could ace exams but were idiots, and conversely, people who were terrible at school but genuinely capable.
In Sasajima-kun's case, his academics were so-so, but in that other sense, he definitely had a sharp mind.
"So then — do you happen to know if Yamada Shunsuke and Oshima Kanata are doing alright?"
The way he phrased it as a question made it clear the demon expected to get an answer.
Well, I had casually mentioned that everyone from the class was here, so it was natural he'd assume I had information on the Reincarnators.
I wasn't hiding anything, and something like that was fine to share.
Besides, the demon could only get as far as figuring out that I had info — he couldn't dig any deeper than that.
"They're both doing great."
One of them had a sex change, though!
But they were doing great. I wasn't lying.
"I see. That's good to hear."
His expression softened at that, and it seemed to come from the heart.
Mm. Here's what I'd gathered so far.
The demon was extremely wary of me.
Well, can you blame him?
He'd been beaten up out of nowhere by some black-clad stranger he'd never seen before, and when he woke up, a person from his past life was standing right there.
In an extra-dimensional space, no less.
It would be weird if he *wasn't* on guard.
Or, if the demon had been a little simpler, he could have been in a totally blank state and just fired questions at me nonstop. But because his mind worked a little too well, he was overthinking things and had fallen into a rut.
Well, from my perspective, that was actually more convenient.
Fewer words from him meant fewer for me to deal with.
After all, I'm no good at talking at length!
The reason I'd managed a decent back-and-forth with the Demon King and Kuro earlier was half because one of them was the Demon King, and the other half because I had pre-planned what I was going to say and rehearsed my lines!
If you think I can smoothly handle this kind of open-ended, unscripted Q&A, you've got another thing coming!
So, demon.
I hope you're prepared for this to take quite a while.
Don't worry — as long as we're in this space, not much time will pass outside.
Take all the time you need.