Chapter 15: An Jie, Toyed With by the Bad Woman

“Yo, long time no see, Ange.”

Late at night, Ingrid had already gone to bed. A figure that seemed a bit ethereal slowly pushed open Ange’s door.

By the way, the doorknob had already been repaired.

The person entering the room was clearly female. She had long green hair that glowed with an unnatural luster, and her equally green pupils always seemed to carry a playful glint.

She wore a refined and professional OL outfit, but the expensive-looking emeralds adorning her clothes clearly showed she was much more than just an office worker.

“Coming this late, you sure have a lot of free time.”

Ange, already under the covers and ready for bed, wasn’t surprised by her arrival.

She threw off her blanket, got up, and walked toward the bathroom, showing no intention of entertaining her visitor.

“Just panties? Not even a bra?”

“What else? Me wearing one when I go out is already a big concession, okay?”

“You’re breaking my heart, you know. After all the effort I spent teaching you how to dress back then.”

“Don’t remind me. Someone even brought a set of QQ lingerie just to demonstrate for me.”

“Heh, couldn’t help it, that was all I had at the time. Who would’ve thought our first Demon Hunter would end up like this after falling for a little Succubus’s curse~”

Getting teased by Ange, the green-haired woman fired right back without hesitation.

“Dog, you really must be bored at work. Rita, is making fun of me your only pleasure?”

“Heh, not at all. Torturing stubborn demons until they cough up information is also one of my great joys.”

Ange’s old friend Rita smiled kindly, but her words were chilling.

“So, what do you want with me? I should remind you, it’s a new day—no one knows what might happen.”

“Don’t mind me. We’re so close, aren’t we? Even if your Magic Mark acts up, you can just pretend I’m not here. Do whatever you need to do.”

“Tch, scheming woman.”

“But I do have business with you.”

“Spit it out. I need to talk to you about these students after you’re done.”

“It’s about them.”

“Then you go first.”

Rita pulled out Ange’s chair and sat down, while Ange headed into the bathroom without looking back.

The sound of running water drifted out. When Ange emerged again, her face showed the obvious relief of having just finished, though not by much.

“What do you think of Ingrid?”

“What do I think?”

With a thud, Ange sat down opposite Rita, propped her right hand against her cheek, and began to recall this troublesome student.

“A rich young lady, but completely clueless. Is she really of Behemoth blood? Her arms are so skinny, yet she almost knocked me over with a single punch.”

“Yes. Not only that, but her bloodline purity is extremely high—a level the Beltans family hasn’t seen in a hundred years.”

“Wow. So why would a young lady like that become a Demon Hunter?”

“It was her own choice.”

“Her own?”

“That’s right. Just like you back then.”

“Tch. Of all the things to learn, why this? As if being a Demon Hunter is so much fun.”

As an experienced Demon Hunter, Ange knew all too well—being a Demon Hunter was anything but easy, simple, or safe.

They had to face the most vicious demons head-on, risking being seduced by a Succubus, controlled by mind demons into attacking their own teammates.

Even without magic, demons were physically several times stronger than ordinary people.

Even with their own demon bloodline, Demon Hunters had no easy task defeating them.

Facing Ange’s annoyance, Rita only smiled more teasingly. She took a milk tea out of her bag and pushed it to Ange.

“What’s this for?”

“Feeding you.”

“Feeding me? What am I, your pet?!”

“In a way, aren’t you? The Academy keeps you fed.”

“Tch~ tch tch tch.”

“Alright, let’s get back to business.”

With the thought that a free drink is better than none, Ange stuck a straw into the milk tea and started sipping.

When she wasn’t drinking, she tucked it into her cleavage—maybe one of the few conveniences of becoming a woman?

“Alright, go on, I’m listening.”

“The Academy wants you to form a Special Class with those three.”

“Pfft!”

Ange nearly spat milk tea all over Rita, but Rita quickly opened a magical barrier to block the spray of white milk.

“Form a class?! With just three people?!”

“Not enough? Do you want to take on more?”

“No! You know about the Competition System at the Academy, right?! How am I supposed to have just three people go up against other classes with dozens of students?!”

“Are your soldiers like the others? Are you just like any other teacher? Good luck, Miss First Demon Hunter~”

“Hey! Are you messing with me?! How can three people compete?!”

“You used to take on more than a dozen demons by yourself. What’s the problem now?”

“Come on… wait, you mean I actually have to take them to classes in the Academy’s Teaching Building?”

Ange’s face turned completely dark. Going to a place full of men and other people—what about her Magic Mark?

She looked pleadingly at Rita, desperately hoping this was just another one of her tricks.

“Don’t look at me. This is for real. I’m not lying to you.”

“Damn! I’m going to argue with the Academy!”

“No way. The Academy’s supported you for six years. You can’t just keep lying around. I know the Magic Mark is hard to bear, but you have to get used to it—it’s been six years.”

“How am I supposed to get used to it! It’s impossible!”

“Not my problem. I don’t have a Magic Mark.”

“Damn you!”

“Alright, I’ve delivered the message. The new term hasn’t started yet. Get to know your students. Good~ night~!”

When Rita left, she helped close Ange’s door, blocking out the curse Ange didn’t manage to spit out.