A new day finally arrived.
The morning light streamed through the mottled glass windows of the old dormitory, and Ange, for once, had gotten up early, already washed and dressed.
Given that she’d worn that “standard outfit” of hot pants and black stockings for two days straight, she finally resolved to take them off and hand them over to the Logistics Department for cleaning.
She was really afraid her hands—only ever good for gripping a sword or pulling a trigger—would poke a hole in those delicate stockings.
After rummaging through her own wardrobe, her fingers grazing over several casually styled garments, she finally reached the very bottom and touched a set of clothing with a different texture.
She pulled it out for a look—it was a finely crafted ladies’ Demon Hunter Outfit: a tailored long black coat, sharp matching trousers, and a pair of sturdy high heels.
She stared blankly for a few seconds before finally recalling where it came from, dug out from some dusty corner of memory.
Six years ago, just after she became Angelina, that troublemaker Rita had forced this on her, saying it was for a “new look, a new beginning.”
Back then, she’d resisted anything even remotely feminine, not even bothering to look at it, just shoving it into the deepest part of the wardrobe.
Who would’ve thought that after so many years, it was only a bit dusty, basically untouched.
With no other choice, she changed into it.
The coat’s cut was just barely a fit, outlining her tall, upright figure.
The trousers covered those eye-catching long legs, yet made her appear all the more sharp and crisp.
The thick-heeled shoes struck the floor with a steady sound, so different from her usual lazy, casual stride.
Staring at the mirror, at the silver-haired woman with a chilly, razor-sharp aura—like she’d been reborn—Ange felt a little dazed.
Her mood inexplicably improved, and she decided that today she’d take the initiative. It was her turn to wake the students!
She knocked first on Ingrid’s door.
“Good morning, Teacher.” The door opened almost instantly.
Ingrid was already dressed, golden hair tied immaculately at the back of her head, Rapier hanging securely at her waist, her face as serious as ever with a touch of anticipation for the day’s tasks.
She looked full of energy—clearly she’d been up waiting for some time.
“Uh… morning.” The “wake-up service” Ange had prepared caught in her throat, leaving her to reply awkwardly.
Alright, when it came to getting up early, she’d probably never beat this terrifyingly disciplined model student for the rest of her life.
After a brief greeting, Ange turned toward Huayin’s door, unable to help her curiosity.
What would that pampered, hot-tempered young lady look like when she woke in the morning?
Would her fiery red hair be a messy bird’s nest, her eyes bleary with sleep?
She raised her hand and knocked.
A vague response came from inside. She pushed open the door and walked in.
Just then, the bathroom door swung open.
A haze of steam drifted out, and Huayin emerged, not a single stitch on her body.
Her fiery red hair was wet, draped over her smooth shoulders, water droplets trailing down delicate skin, tracing curves and leaving shimmering tracks.
Their eyes met.
The air froze.
Ange’s mind buzzed, going completely blank.
Those violet eyes widened in shock, her gaze lingering helplessly on that sudden, dazzling scene for a split second before snapping away as if burned.
She stood stiff in place, unable to advance or retreat.
Huayin, acting on instinct, tried to cover herself with her arms, though the movement was oddly slow and awkward.
At last, Ange regained her senses.
Practically flailing, she clapped a hand over her eyes and spun around, leaving Huayin with nothing but the unfamiliar, somewhat rigid back of someone dressed in a new Demon Hunter Outfit.
“Get… get dressed!” Her voice was full of obvious panic and embarrassment, words tumbling out in a rush.
“Hurry up, the last student… should be arriving soon.”
Hearing such a shaky voice from Ange, Huayin suddenly felt a surge of petty defiance.
Forcing her racing heart to settle, she deliberately replied with a prickly tone.
“Oh? So now you know how to be shy? Yesterday… yesterday when you did that to me, you didn’t seem like such a gentleman.”
“And I never told you to come in.”
“I heard a sound…”
“That was me humming.”
“Sorry～”
Ange’s back visibly trembled. She pitifully waved the hand still pressed over her eyes, her voice almost pleading.
“O-once the result of the egg comes out… I’ll make it up to you, I promise… I’ll do everything I can…”
Make it up to her? Huayin’s heart skipped a beat.
But before she could question further, the faint rumble of a car engine sounded from outside the window.
Clearly, the third “problem child” had arrived on the battlefield.
“Tch, annoying.” Huayin gave a low growl, too distracted now to keep teasing Ange.
She quickly reached out and shoved her forcefully toward the door.
“Out, out, I’m getting dressed!”
Bang—the door slammed behind Ange, a little rough.
Leaning against the cold door, Ange let out a long breath. Her cheeks still felt hot.
Inside, Huayin, while drying herself and searching for clothes, couldn’t help but recall the glimpse she’d just caught of Ange.
She changed her style today?
That crisp Demon Hunter Outfit completely hid her usual, casual—even a bit sloppy—appearance.
Her silver hair was loosely gathered at the back, a few locks falling against her sharp-featured face.
With the smart coat and trousers, the whole person radiated a kind of razor-sharp edge and… damn it, she looked handsome.
Especially those legs, accentuated by thick-heeled shoes, looked even longer and straighter.
If they’d met for the first time with Ange dressed like this… Huayin pursed her lips, unable to deny that her first impression of this “Number One Demon Hunter” wouldn’t have been just “slovenly.”
This look was much more in line with her image of a true powerhouse.
Still, the thought passed quickly. She shook her head, forced her attention back, got dressed, and prepared to meet the new student said to have inherited the bloodline of the Greed Demon King, Mamon.
For some reason, she had a premonition—this dormitory was about to get a lot more “lively.”
By the way, she really had answered Ange just now, but hadn’t admitted it, deliberately letting Ange think she’d misheard.
Seeing her so flustered, Huayin felt a secret satisfaction in her heart.
Every wrong she’d suffered, she would be sure to pay back in full.