Early morning marks the start of a new day for most people, but for a certain silver-haired Demon Hunter, that might not be the case.
“Hehe, I specially went to the Academy cafeteria to pack Breakfast for Teacher.”
Ingrid Beltans came back from the Academy Cafeteria carrying a huge bag, filled with all sorts of Breakfast—simple Youtiao with Soy Milk, as well as things like Coffee and even Donuts.
In Ingrid’s opinion, no one could refuse a comfortable Breakfast in the morning. Since she didn’t know what Ange liked, she just bought everything.
Her heart leaped with joy and she could barely stop herself from cheering. Today, the Mechanic she called over would be arriving too.
With both Breakfast and a repaired door for Teacher, she could at least improve her standing in Ange’s mind a little.
“Knock knock knock”
Even though Ange’s door was broken and wouldn’t close properly, Ingrid still politely knocked, making sure to keep some distance from the door so she wouldn’t accidentally see inside.
After all, she still remembered Ange’s reaction yesterday when she’d peeked by accident.
“Knock knock knock”
“Teacher? Teacher Ange? Are you there?”
Getting no response, Ingrid tried calling out to Ange, but even after a long wait, there was no reply.
The sliver of space through the door revealed no light inside at all; the curtains must be tightly drawn.
That made Ingrid a little anxious. Though Teacher Ange was much stronger than she was, not hearing anything for so long made her nervous. What if something happened to Teacher?
“Teacher? Teacher, are you there?”
Ingrid couldn’t help herself anymore. She leaned closer to Ange’s door but didn’t open it, just stood there listening.
“zzzzz…zzzzzz…”
“Huh? What’s that?”
Snoring?
Ingrid finally heard it clearly—the sound was nothing but ordinary snoring.
She peered through the crack in the door and, as expected, Ange lay sprawled unladylike on her bed, silver hair scattered across the blanket, deep in sleep.
“This…”
I get it. Teacher must still have her old Demon Hunter habits and stays up late.
Once again, Ingrid successfully came up with her own answer.
She stepped back, letting Teacher have her privacy.
Since Ange wasn’t awake yet, Ingrid decided to wait.
After all, disturbing someone’s sweet dreams was definitely not something she could do.
She just didn’t expect Teacher Ange’s sleeping posture to be so… um… unrestrained?
Actually, the word she wanted was wild.
After several more minutes, by which time Ingrid was bored enough to check her phone, she finally heard the sound of someone shifting in bed, and it seemed the person inside got up and went toward the bathroom.
“Teacher! Teacher! It’s morning! Time to wake up!”
“Ingrid?!”
After the sound of flushing, Ange, wearing nothing but her underclothes, stared at Ingrid through the crack in the door.
She instantly saw the pile of bags in Ingrid’s hands, and her sense of smell told her there was food inside.
Heh.
Her lips curled up by a pixel—her student finally brought her some good news, finally did something right.
“Teacher! I brought you Breakfast! There’s Youtiao! Soy Milk! And even Chocolate Buns!”
“Chocolate Buns?! Has a Demon infiltrated the Academy Cafeteria and is trying to poison us with Dark Cuisine?”
Ange took the Breakfast from Ingrid’s hands, not forgetting to complain about the bizarre bun.
“What?! Really?! I’ll go check right away!”
“Hey, hey, hey! I was kidding, don’t go!”
Seeing Ingrid about to storm off to confront the cafeteria manager, Ange hurriedly pulled her back.
Whew, this kid just never gives me a break. Please, among the other two, let at least one be a bit more reliable!
“Have you eaten yet?”
“Not yet! I was waiting for you!”
“Heh, pointless manners. Come in and eat together.”
“Really?!”
Ingrid’s eyes grew watery and bright. Ange suddenly thought her noblewoman student really was a bit dense.
If it were her old self, she might even have tricked her into having five kids by now.
“Of course you can, but the Youtiao is mine. You can only have the Chocolate Buns.”
“Got it!”
Ingrid spread out Breakfast on the table in Ange’s room. Watching her from behind, Ange suddenly thought this girl did have a cute side.
“I’m going to brush my teeth and wash up, you go ahead and eat.”
“Okay!”
Ange closed the bathroom door, feeling great today.
Not only did she get free, hand-delivered Breakfast first thing in the morning, but most importantly, her Magic Mark had already flared up early yesterday.
That meant today, she was completely free.
“Mhmhmhm~ hmhmhm~”
She felt so good she couldn’t help but hum. Staring at her reflection, the silver-haired lady gave a rare smile.
Every time, she couldn’t help but admire the perfection of her face.
Say what you will about Succubi—they might be Demons who drain people’s essence, but you can’t deny their sense of aesthetics.
After washing up, Ange started thinking about what to wear today.
Her own clothes were already dry; she wanted to change back, but figured she’d probably sweat a lot today, since she’d be dragging Ingrid all over the place.
Since the clothes Rita sent over didn’t yet need a wash, she might as well keep wearing them.
They were a gift anyway, so even if she wore them out, she wouldn’t feel bad.
The only thing she needed to consider were her stockings.
She’d worn them yesterday only because she had no other socks, just making do.
Today… well, never mind. She might as well wear the same set and wash them all together later to save trouble.
Putting on her long-tailed blouse, slipping into stockings and black boots, finally clamping her gloves between her teeth, and placing her twin guns by her heels, Ange looked at herself in the mirror—her sidelong glance radiated a razor-sharp edge.
“You’re up this early?”
She sat opposite Ingrid and opened the Soy Milk.
“That’s right! You told me to go to bed early!”
“Ho, didn’t expect you to actually follow instructions.”
“Please trust me! I really steeled myself to become a Demon Hunter!”
Watching Ingrid raise the Chocolate Bun with such heroic determination made Ange a little curious.
“Alright then, tell me, why did you want to become a Demon Hunter in the first place?”
“Why?”
“Yes. For someone like you—a young lady—why not inherit the family business? Why do you want to be on the front lines?”
“I hate Demons, that’s all.”
“Hm, same answer as before. I see.”
Looks like she doesn’t want to tell me. Forget it, as long as you truly want to kill Demons.
“What’s the plan for today, Teacher?”
“Hm… I’ll take you out to see the scene.”
“Got it!”
“You’re really full of energy. Not bad.”