It truly is a hard-to-describe, unique aura—always putting on an act, making it clear at a glance she’s no ordinary person.
But since she already looks like this, you can’t exactly call her out for pretending.
After all, acting cool seems to have become Little Black’s passive skill.
“Kurosaki? What a strange name.”
Orange Sea Dream was extremely curious about this little one.
Even she couldn’t see through what exactly she was made of. What kind of dragon blood did she possess?
But judging by her aura, she didn’t seem like a Dragon Servant at all, which made it all the more puzzling.
“How strong is your dragon blood, really?”
Weima Ana Aru also looked on in astonishment. As a once-in-a-millennium Chief Dragon Servant, she couldn’t detect any trace of a Dragon Servant’s traits from this fellow.
We Dragon Servants are generally known for being rigorous, but this one was lazy and nonchalant—a total anomaly.
That’s because Dragon Servants are instilled with heavy memories and the mission to guard dragons from the moment they’re born.
At the very least, it could be confirmed that she was definitely not a Dragon Servant of either the Crimson Dragon Clan or Blue Dragon’s Ancient Dragon Bloodline.
But there were no rumors of other Ancient Dragon Bloodlines having the technique to cultivate Dragon Servants.
The reason was that the Crimson Dragon and Blue Dragon bloodlines were the gentlest among the Ancient Dragon Bloodlines.
Ordinary beings could barely handle the vast energy of Crimson or Blue Dragon Blood, while other types would make you explode and die instantly.
The ones who became Dragon Servant Experiment Subjects were usually humans.
After all, the Human Race is known as the race with infinite potential, the foundational material able to fuse with any kind of power.
The Crimson Dragon Clan would shelter and nurture certain Human Tribe settlements, selecting strong individuals from them as experiment subjects for the Dragon Blood Ritual.
Success meant becoming a Dragon Servant, while failure meant becoming a pile of meat—so they had the most contact with the Human Race among all Ancient Dragons.
So, most Dragon Servants were human-dragon hybrids, called [Half-Dragon].
But after saying all this, there wasn’t the slightest trace of Human Race aura on this Little Kurosaki.
Even when transformed into human form, she was the kind you could spot at a glance as “not human.”
“Got any more to eat?” Kurosaki asked.
Weima Ana Aru had no choice but to bring over another plate of high-class pastries.
“If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving first. If you want to find me, just shout my name and I’ll show up right away.”
Kurosaki wolfed down several pieces, but actually packed up half the rest, stashing them in her pocket.
“Sigh, Kurosaki, wait. Do you even know what’s going on? Do you realize you’ve already joined our club? Is this some place where you come and go as you please?”
Weima Ana Aru blocked the door, finally unable to hold back and scolded her.
“And why do you talk like some wild woman? Also, why did you take my pastries?” Orange Sea Dream also chimed in.
“I want to take them home for a midnight snack.” Kurosaki scratched her head and answered.
“You… sigh, forget it, just eat first. When you’re done, I’ll pack another box for you to take home as a snack.”
Orange Sea Dream was left speechless and finally gave in, deciding to just let her take the food home.
“Yay yay yay!” Kurosaki was overjoyed, deeply moved, and took the pastries out of her pocket to continue eating.
Her behavior and intelligence simply didn’t match her appearance at all.
She looked so arrogant, cold, and untouchable, but acted just like a little child.
“What a hungry dragon. I’ve never seen a Half-Dragon as ravenous as you. How lousy is your Energy Storage Stomach?” Weima Ana Aru commented helplessly.
“What? Can’t understand, eat eat eat.” Kurosaki completely didn’t understand what she was saying, nor did she care.
This, instead, made Orange Sea Dream and Weima Ana Aru—the two top-tier schemers—lower their guard. Looking at this silly Half-Dragon, they actually felt a sense of peace within.
They were most skilled at scheming and plotting, scaring people every day, and secretly tripping others up.
But now, encountering a completely guileless, gluttonous, dumb dragon, they could, for once, drop their pretenses and return to their purest selves.
Teasing the silly dragon, giving her food, watching her act like a starving ghost—it was inexplicably therapeutic for the two of them.
“Oh no, I almost forgot the Mission you assigned me. I have to go now.”
Weima Ana Aru suddenly remembered her own Mission, instantly regaining her serious face and left the President’s office.
Orange Sea Dream returned to her paperwork.
Kurosaki, having finished her snacks and tea, sprawled out on the long sofa nearby and fell into a blissful sleep.
She didn’t even have to attend classes, as long as she checked in at the Tea Party. She was a Ghost Student from the start.
Anyway, at our God and Demon Academy, the Liberal Arts Department is utterly useless—credits and reputation are earned with your fists and strength.
“小黑, do you have a grudge with Shijietang Simon? Why did you two start fighting as soon as you met?” Orange Sea Dream asked.
“That’s right, Witch-sama knew you wanted to go against her, so she sent me to assist you.” Kurosaki opened her eyes, and her tone suddenly became serious.
“What grudge is it that makes you willing to help me at all costs?” Orange Sea Dream pressed.
“I can’t say.” Kurosaki replied.
Suddenly, she was very rational, completely different from her earlier dazed appearance—it seemed she’d had her fill.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Just then, a series of urgent knocks sounded at the President’s office door.
Normally, a servant should answer the door, but Weima Ana Aru had stepped out, and Kurosaki hadn’t learned such etiquette, still sitting on the sofa like a block of wood.
With no other choice, Orange Sea Dream had to get up herself and open the door.
“President Haime, you finally opened up.”
Standing outside was a blonde, sharp-dressed youth, surrounded by a group of noble ladies.
“Former President, long time no see. What brings you here?”
Orange Sea Dream raised her eyebrows, clearly displeased, but quickly returned to normal and greeted him with a smile.
“Can’t I drop by just to see you?”
At the words ‘Former President,’ the blonde youth grew even more disgruntled. With his entourage, he barged into the President’s office, circling around as if it were his own home.
Outside, a few of Haime President’s followers tried to block them, but couldn’t stop this group, looking apologetic.
“It’s fine.” Haime raised her hand to signal them not to mind.
This blonde youth in the suit was none other than the previous Tea Party President, [Meidong Orion].
Haime inherited the President’s seat from him—or, one might say, snatched it.
Generally, important positions like Club President and Vice President were taken by third-year students, who would pass them down only after graduating.
Orange Sea Dream was just a second-year in the high school division. Her succession was against the rules.
But there was no helping it—her fame back then was as dazzling as Ten-Step Hall is now, a shining star with popular support that forced the previous President to hold an early internal election, ultimately being crushed by an overwhelming vote.
That’s how Orange Sea Dream became President of the Tea Party Club, breaking the mold.
So it was clear—the former President wasn’t here with good intentions!
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