By her fifth life, however, she saw an opportunity. One that she felt may not last for long, and so made it her mission to garner as much strength as she could, in her limited years, in the vain hope of escaping the strange cycle she found herself in.

However, it was by her 500th life, that she slowly began to lose hope in escaping her strange torment. The endless cycle of waking up, living the same 10 years over, only to die at someone's hands over and over had taken a toll on Catherine's mind, and her soul.

Such a life would take a toll on anyone. Each life beyond that of her 500th loop would only serve to exacerbate her mentality. Because of this fact, by her ten-thousandth life, she had become a rather melancholic person, barely even caring about what went on around her, or even to herself.

And now, once again she finds herself waking up shortly after her 15th birthday, a day she has seen countless times now. There was barely a year before her 16th birthday, and thus the time when she would disguise herself as a Dark Elf to join a magic academy. The academy in question is in the capital of a large nation outside the Demon territories. Ravenwood Academy, in the city of Heliopolis. 

There, she would meet many people as one would expect. Though, a few of the people there, would go on to become world-famous adventurers. The Saintess, who would mysteriously die in their 4th year at the academy. And The Hero and their group. The one thing that had perpetually confused Catherine, was while The Saintess, a young lady by the name of Medbh, was always that same person, The Hero was different almost every single time that Catherine looped. Sometimes they were male, sometimes they were female. Sometimes human, sometimes elf or dwarf.

The one saving grace of her loops, in turn, was wondering who this time, would be the Hero who killed her shortly before her 25th birthday. Oftentimes, blaming her for the death of the Saintess, even if she had never met Medbh that loop. There were often when that day, the day of her death, was also her first meeting with the Hero.

Because of this neverending cycle of returning to her 15th year of life and then dying just shy of her 25th year, she had gone through many permeations in a desperate attempt to survive at least one more day.

Because of this, she had slowly begun to move on auto-pilot in the short year before she began her time in the Academy. At first, she even avoided going to the academy, under the assumption that going there was what led to her death. Despite this, events would still take place, that would lead to her encountering the Hero and dying sometime before her 25th birthday. Since this meant that no matter what, it seemed like her destiny to die at the hands of the hero, she had gotten into the habit of mindlessly going through the first year of each loop, to find herself in the Academy once again.

At first, she would try to room in different rooms at the Dormitory that the Academy had, even having roommates, in yet another attempt at seeing if there was any way at all that such changes would result in her dying even a day later. As nothing worked though, she would eventually come to select the same room each time. One of the larger rooms on the basement floor, that no one ever wanted, likely due to the basement floors having no shared facilities, meaning if you needed food or to bathe, you had to go to a different floor.

As Catherine was both a Demon, a succubus in particular, and a Witch, she could use magic to clean and sustain herself, meaning she did not need for either food or bathing. This, of course, meant that the basement floor rooms were perfect for her, to essentially hide in.

As such, Catherine would again find herself resting in this very room. Relaxing on one of the beds in her room, a short week after the start of the Academy's school year. She still had her usual disguise, a petite dark elf, on as there was no guarantee that she would be undisturbed for long. 

"Well, here's to yet another loop, I guess..." She would mumble to herself, as she laid down on her back, staring at the ceiling of the room. She would soon find herself lost in thought, or more accurately, lost in a lack of thought.

Because of this, the sudden rustling of the door opening would jolt her awake, causing her to jump up, staring at who ever was opening the room.

Standing before her, with bags as if to move into the room, was a sight she had not expected, a new sight in-fact. Medbh, the Saintess.

"What the..."