SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!-Chapter 371: Anti-Demi-Human Alliance

If it had been a normal fight—two students shouting, maybe a shove or two—Regan knew exactly what to do.

He’d step in, blow his whistle, bark out a few warnings, maybe send one of them to detention, and that would be the end of it.

He’d handled worse back in the countryside—brawls behind the gym, rival schools fighting over field space, even a few kids who thought wrestling practice was an excuse to throw real punches.

But this?

This was a completely different league.

Up above, the two girls looked like they could wipe out half the city with a snap of their fingers.

And below, hundreds of students—Blessed and demi-humans were glaring at each other with enough hatred to ignite the air.

Regan had no idea what to do.

"Alright." He muttered under his breath, eyes darting around. "Where are the other teachers? Surely I’m not the only adult here?"

He turned to scan the crowd for a single staff member—anyone wearing a faculty badge.

But before he could even locate one, the situation that was already spiraling out of control took an even uglier turn.

The demi-humans on one side began shouting.

"Get lost!" a wolf-eared boy roared. "Our party was already here first! You’re the ones barging in!"

"Yeah!" Another followed, tail lashing behind her. "No one wants you here! Go away—you’re just a bunch of hypocrites pretending to be noble!"

"Exactly!" Shouted a girl with shimmering blue scales along her arms. "You act like you’re the protectors of peace, but all you want is to kick us out!"

"You damn elitists—you say equality, but you just look down on us!"

"Damn right!" another yelled. "You humans think this world is yours alone! But you’re just scared that we’re better than you!"

Their voices rose like a growing wave—furious, emotional, and raw.

Regan took an instinctive step back, clutching his whistle.

"Okay, this...this is turning into a riot..."

But the humans across the pitch didn’t shout back.

At least, not at first. They stood still, perfectly disciplined—their eyes cold and calm, hands at their sides, like soldiers awaiting a command.

The contrast was eerie.

Then finally, one of them—a tall girl at the front with neatly tied blonde hair stepped forward.

"We have every right to be here."

Her tone was cutting, steady, and cold.

"Our party reserved this space, and they were scheduled for training her. So, if anyone’s intruding, it’s you."

That immediately earned her a chorus of snarls and curses from the other side.

But she didn’t flinch. Instead she lifted her chin slightly and went on, voice sharp enough to slice glass.

"And even if we didn’t have permission, it wouldn’t matter." She added. "Because this world isn’t yours to claim. If you want to talk about ownership, go back to your world. Buy your land there. Build your homes there."

"And stop acting like you belong here."

The words hit like gunfire.

The demi-humans exploded in outrage.

"You racist bitch!" One of them shouted.

"How dare you talk like that!" Screamed another.

"Go back to your castles and pretend you’re still the Heroes of Humanity!"

Hearing this, Regan’s stomach churned.

He’d heard of prejudice before—small whispers, occasional discrimination.

But this? This was raw hatred being screamed out loud, in front of everyone.

The blonde girl’s lips curled slightly, but her tone stayed calm, infuriatingly calm.

"You see?" She said softly. "That’s exactly what I mean. The moment you’re confronted, you scream and rage like barbarians."

"Can’t you even speak like civilized people?"

The demi-humans went still for half a second—then erupted again, even louder.

"Barbarians?!" Shouted one with sharp, red horns.

"Say that again, you damn hypocrite!"

The human girl shrugged.

"This isn’t your world anymore. You’re here by our kindness. So if you want to live here, follow our rules."

"Shut up!" a demi-human with a lion’s mane bellowed. "We’re equals now! Lady Nadia herself said that! The treaty made sure of it—humans and Otherworldly Beings are to coexist as one!"

"Oh please." The blonde scoffed. "That treaty was a mistake. If it were up to me, we never would’ve signed it."

That made the crowd explode.

"What did you say?!"

"Without the treaty, your kind wouldn’t even have survived the war!"

"Half your cities wouldn’t have been rebuilt if not for us!"

One of the humans smirked.

"Burned? You mean our cities that you helped destroy before the war ended? Don’t act like martyrs now."

"You’re crazy to think that!"

Screamed a demi-human girl, tears of frustration in her eyes.

"We fought, we died, we lost our homes all for this peace!"

"And now you stand here and act like we owe you?"

The blonde girl folded her arms, expression blank.

"No, you don’t owe us anything, nor or we asking anything beyond that. We simply want separation. You stay in your world, we stay in ours."

"...Isn’t that fair?"

"You mean exile!" came the furious reply. "You’re still treating us like monsters!"

One of the other human boys sneered. "If you want to play monster, we can treat you like one."

That broke the dam.

The demi-humans roared in outrage, some of them literally glowing with mana as their anger flared.

And Regan, standing on the sidelines, was frozen.

His mind was spinning.

This wasn’t a school argument.

This wasn’t even about a football field anymore.

This was something far uglier—open racism, laid bare.

He’d heard stories—whispers about tension between humans and otherworldly beings, about how some people never fully accepted the peace agreement.

But he’d never imagined it would be like this—this raw, this public, this hateful.

And in Solaria Academy, of all places, a school that prided itself on equality and unity.

He muttered, stunned.

"This can’t be real. Not here...not in front of the students..."

Before he could think further, a voice spoke from beside him.

"Sir, are you alright?"

Regan jolted slightly and turned.

Standing next to him was Adam, one of the students he actually liked—clean-cut, polite, and usually the first to volunteer during sports practice.

He was also the same Adam, who was there when Mika helped out with Charlotte’s Dream-drifter project.

And unlike last time, he had properly educated himself regarding the matters in the Academy and was much more well-versed regarding the politics here.

"Adam." Regan said, letting out a relieved breath. "Thank God, a familiar face. Did you have your lunch yet? The noodles at the cafeteria today were pretty good. You should go try them before they run out."

Adam blinked at him, caught off guard by the calm remark amid the chaos.

"Uh...I already ate, sir. From home."

Regan nodded seriously, as if this were the most important part of their conversation.

"Smart boy. Home food’s the best. Still, try the noodles tomorrow. Worth it."

Adam gave a nervous chuckle.

"I’ll...keep that in mind, sir. But what are you doing here?"

"You look...different. Confused, actually. You’re usually the strict one, always shouting at people to line up or wear their uniforms properly, but you like so out of place right now."

Regan sighed, scratching his bald head.

"That’s because I know how to handle people who forget their uniforms or skip laps. But this?"

He gestured toward the pitch, where both sides were still yelling across the field.

"This is madness. It’s like I walked into a political debate between gods."

"Okay, seriously though..."

He said under his breath, his eyes fixed on the two factions before him.

"What the hell is even going on over here? How is this even allowed?"

He turned to Adam, his voice low but edged with disbelief.

"This is Solaria Beyond Academy, the most prestigious institutions in the entire continent. A place where anyone, no matter their race, status, or background, can study."

"Sure, I get it, there’s always a bit of classism, rank-based competition, and ego. But this?"

"Racism? Between humans and demi-humans? That’s not just unacceptable—it’s forbidden."

He jabbed a finger toward the arguing crowd.

"Just look at that!"

"They’re telling those demi-humans to go back to their world—calling them outsiders! You can see the disdain in their eyes!"

"And the worst part? They look so damn confident about it. Not even trying to hide it!"

He exhaled sharply, frustration radiating from him.

"Are they not scared they’ll get suspended? Expelled? I’ve seen students punished for less—hell, I’ve seen people get a week’s detention for throwing an apple too hard in the cafeteria."

Adam gave a nervous chuckle.

"Normally, sir...you’d be absolutely right."

"In any other case, the Academy would never allow this kind of thing. Solaria really does pride itself on equality—unity between races, fair treatment for all students. Any sort of discrimination or extremist behavior is usually crushed instantly."

Regan folded his arms, skeptical.

"Then what’s the catch? Because this sure as hell doesn’t look ’crushed’ to me."

Adam hesitated before replying.

"That would be true for any other group, sir. But not them."

He nodded toward the human party standing proudly across the field.

"Those guys? They’re...different. They don’t fear repercussions because they won’t face any."

Regan blinked.

"What do you mean, ’won’t face any’? No student is untouchable. Even the kids of high nobles can’t pull strings in here. The academy doesn’t allow external influence—it’s neutral ground."

"So unless those brats are the Children of the Gods, I don’t see how they’re immune."

Adam gave another uneasy laugh and shook his head.

"That’s the thing, sir. They’re not just some loud group of students who hate demi-humans for no reason. They’re part of a formally recognized organization—a legitimate one, backed by higher powers."

Regan frowned. "Recognized organization? What kind of organization are we talking about?"

"The Anti-Demi-Human Alliance." Adam said, voice dropping slightly.