Fiona Elizabeth, the Dreaded Archdemon of Calamity, had once crushed kingdoms beneath her heel. She had commanded legions of demons, torched cities, and struck terror into the hearts of mortals.
But what about Now?
This time,this day, she was sitting at a wooden dining table, struggling to use a fork.
"…Why must I stab my food repeatedly before eating it?" she muttered under her breath, eyeing the utensil like it had personally offended her. She really hate this kind of stuff.
Back in the day when she was still an archdemon, there was nothing called "ethiquette". The demon realm was full of wilderness and zero-minded creatures. There's no way some activity like stabbing the food before eating like humans did here existed there.
Fiona still look at the food on the table with a dari expression,full of thoughts.
"Jeannie, you're mumbling again," Lily chimed from across the table, grinning. "You always do that when you're thinking too much!"
Fiona stiffened. Had Jeannie really done that?
"R-Right," she said quickly, forcing a laugh. "Just thinking about… strategy, probably,i guess?"
Lily gasped. "Are you planning for the next expedition already?! You're amazing, as always!"
"…Yes," Fiona said, resisting the urge to slam her forehead onto the table.
She looked down at her enemy—a simple piece of bread. The fork-and-knife method had failed her, so she tried to pick it up with her hands.
Unfortunately, her body—Jeannie's body—moved on instinct. Her hand reached for the knife again, cutting the bread into neat slices.
Fiona suddenly stared at the perfectly cut portions, watching them in absurd expression.
"…Horrifying," she whispered.
Lily blinked. "Huh?"
"Nothing."
She had fought against holy knights and survived. She had stared down entire armies without flinching.
And yet, she was slowly losing a battle against muscle memory of a human knight like this.
The next struggle came in the form of Jeannie's morning routine.
Fiona had never cared much for appearances. She had always been beautiful, yes—but in a terrifying, untamed way. Her long silver hair had been wild, her demonic aura an oppressive force that made the weak tremble.
Jeannie, however?
She was uncomfortably elegant.
Her hair was always neatly braided. Her uniform was flawless. She smelled like lavender soap and righteousness. A beautifull woman with outstanding appearance. Her golder hair was shining and Splendid.
Fiona hated it when she saw herself right now in front of the mirror.
She scowled at her reflection in it, holding a comb like it was a foreign weapon. "…This thing is cursed."
"Jeannie! You're taking too long!" Lily called from outside the room.
Fiona gritted her teeth. Fine. She yanked the comb through her hair——and immediately got it stuck.
Her eye twitched.
"…Damn it."
She yanked harder. She was really unhappy.
Minutes later…
Lily peeked into the room, only to find Fiona engaged in a battle to the death with her own hair. The comb was now entirely tangled, and her expression was a mix of rage and silent suffering.
"…Jeannie?"
Fiona slowly turned her head, her face turned red,feeling embarrassed,shy, hopeless, and dead inside.
"…Help me, please!."
Lily burst out laughing after seeing her sister's unusual behavior and then helped her.
Fiona's suffering did not end here.
As a knight, She was supposed to came to the barracks everyday started from morning.
Jeannie was one of the strongest knight in Her kingdom, highly respected among the Knight's for her skills,bravery,loyalty,and dignity. She was a perfect role model for all of them, not only to the newly recruited warrior, but even among the senior knights.
She was frequently taught new recruits and held a sparring match for them in training.
Reading Jeannie's memories, Fiona gained confidence and smirked.
If there was one thing Fiona assumed she could do flawlessly, it was combat.
But apparently,she was wrong....again.
She had spent centuries wielding demonic power. She had crushed knights like insects. She had wielded magic capable of shattering mountains.
Now?
Now she was a knight, Jeannie Leonhartt, and she had to train like a normal knight,not as a demon.
Marianne was watching as Fiona sparred against a junior knight. A scrawny, nervous recruit who barely knew how to hold a sword.
"This is Easy!"
Fiona smirked, tightening her grip on Jeannie's sword. 'I'll end this quickly and prove that I—'
The recruit tripped on his own foot.
Fiona instinctively dodged—as if avoiding a lethal attack.
She backflipped.
She landed ten feet away, poised for battle.
The entire training ground went silent.
"…Captain?" one knight whispered.
Fiona realized her mistake. That was not a normal human reaction.
Quick. Recovery.
She cleared her throat, straightened her back, and nodded sagely. "A good lesson, recruit," she said seriously. "Always be prepared for the unexpected! Do you understand?"
The recruit blinked. "Uh… Yes, ma'am?"
The knights around them nodded in admiration.
Marianne, however, squinted suspiciously.
Fiona felt sweat forming.
After training, it was time to bathe.
This should have been a simple task.
It was not.
Fiona had never used holy-blessed soap before.
She learned the hard way that it burned.
"AAGH! CURSED WATER!", She screamed accidentally in horror and felt pain .
A knight bathing nearby turned in horror. "J-Jeannie?! Are you okay?!"
Fiona, sizzling like an overcooked fish, forced a tight smile. "I-I'm fine!"
She shoved the soap away, glaring at it like it had insulted her entire bloodline. 'Wretched relic of the Church…!'
Unfortunately, she still smelled like lavender.
She had lost again.
"This human world is absurd. Everything is a horrible absurdity!"
By the end of the day, Fiona had barely survived.
First, Forks were impractical weapons.
Second, Jeannie's body had an annoying habit of being 'graceful.'
Third, Human knights were too trusting.
And most importantly,holy-blessed soap was evil incarnate.
As she collapsed onto her bed that night, she let out a deep sigh.
'…How the hell do humans live like this?'
It was a mystery. A terrifying, infuriating mystery.
But she had to endure it.
And so, Fiona prepared herself for another day of ridiculous human nonsense.