It was already dawn and there was a faint grayish light outside the window.
As Alice lay in bed, she looked particularly endearing.
Even in her slumber, her breathing was sweet and steady.
There seemed to be a faint smile on her face, and it was unclear if she had dreamt of something.
"You're quite something, being able to turn her nightmares into sweet dreams," Dekan said as he sat on a nearby chair, sighing as he looked at Alice's condition."What do you mean by 'turn her nightmares into sweet dreams'? This is a legitimate sleep aid," Mielle retorted softly, giving Dekan a sideways glance.
"I think we should find an opportunity to exchange this legitimate technique," Dekan said, eager to learn Mielle's skill. It was an essential skill for home travel.
"Then in the future, you should give me a copy of the mental magic spell cards you create," Mielle said, clearly understanding Dekan's intentions.
Dekan replied, "Of course, the creations from our 'Alliance of Goodness' should be one copy each."
Mielle asked, "Have you already thought of a name for our company?"
Dekan inquired, "What do you think of this name?"
Mielle replied, "It's good, it suits our characteristics."...
Listening to Alice’s steady breathing in bed, the slightly cold air in the capital became somewhat monotonous and made both Dekan and Mielle feel an unusual weariness.
Having passed the noisy night, Dekan and Mielle had finally reached the moment of parting.
"I'll probably have to stay with Alice today. I'm not sure when I can come to see you, possibly in the evening," Mielle said as she escorted Dekan to the dormitory door.
Dekan nodded and said, "No problem, my place is open 24 hours."
"Then, please remember to prepare slippers, towels, a toothbrush, and a cup for me."
"Understood, I got it. I'm going back to sleep, and you should rest well too."
"Okay."
Just as daybreak, the suspect Dekan left his accomplice Mielle's dormitory.
When he returned to his own dormitory, Dekan felt an eruption of fatigue all over his body.
He went straight to the bedroom and collapsed onto the bed.
The soft and familiar bed seemed to react chemically with him, causing him to fall into a deep sleep in an instant.
...
When Dekan woke up, it was already around noon.
He stretched his body.
The soreness in his joints was the result of maintaining a bad sleeping position for a long time.
It appeared that his master hadn't secretly logged into his body this time.
She should have realized her wrongdoing.
Just as Dekan was thinking this, that cold and familiar voice echoed in Dekan's mind once again: "Who are you saying has repented?"
"...So, you've been eavesdropping the whole time."
"Not really, every time I wake up, I always hear you saying offensive things about me."
"That's called telepathy."
"Don't you think it means you're talking badly about me at a very high frequency every day, rather than explaining it as telepathy?"
"After all, you are waga tamashii, what's wrong with a little telepathy."
“......”
She had already heard Dekan explain what "waga tamashii" meant.
But even today, she wasn't used to being called that by Dekan.
After a moment of silence, his master said:
"I won't use your body without your knowledge from now on."
Upon hearing this, Dekan smiled happily and replied, "Hoho, so master came to apologize to me, huh? You should be more honest with yourself to be popular."
However, her master didn't say anything, and Dekan suddenly felt his vision gradually darkening.
"Wait, wait, I said the wrong thing! You've always been popular!"
"There won't be a next time."
With a cold statement, his master fell asleep once again.
Dekan breathed a sigh of relief.
But his expression was not one of panic and there was even a faint smile on his lips.
[Confrontation with the master. Daily repeatable: 1/1]
After completing today's daily tasks, Dekan stretched lazily and felt refreshed.
He patted his stomach.
"I'm so hungry."
It was time to try out the new restaurant on campus.
Teresia had once given him a Hevenlit Academy food map which marked the specialties and reviews of each restaurant.
There were still many good places on this campus that Dekan hadn't explored.
But to be honest, the thing that had left the deepest impression on him since coming to the capital was Baron Bacher's cooking.
Perhaps it was because of the seasoning called "Bacher's Terror," but every time Dekan thought about Baron Bacher's dishes, he felt a unique taste.
Well, as a human, he shouldn't think like that.
Maybe when he reached tier 5, he could use the materials that dropped from Baron Bacher to create a top chef.
As Dekan contemplated this, he found a restaurant that caught his interest and enjoyed his lunch with great pleasure.
...
In the afternoon.
"Oh, how about going to the back hill?"
Dekan had some free time, so he decided to find out what Cornelia had been up to these past few days.
Even if she wasn't at the back hill today, as long as Dekan went there, he would surely find some clues.
So Dekan strolled through the campus.
Basking in the comfortable autumn sun, he leisurely made his way to the back hill.
Compared to a mountain, the back hill was more like a rolling hill.
The vegetation here was much denser than in other places.
Under the sunlight, the flowers and grass had a bright color.
Because there were few tall trees, students could easily see the scenery from a distance.
Dekan's gaze soon caught the familiar figure.
Even though Cornelia was wearing casual clothes today, her red hair was especially eye-catching no matter where she stood.
Cornelia was sitting under a large tree, looking somewhat melancholic.
She rested her chin on her hands and watched a group of elven cats on the grass.
These cats looked no different from ordinary cats, but they had some magical talents.
The group of cats was eating small dried fish.
It seemed that Cornelia had brought the dried fish.
Strangely, these cats didn't seem to eat in peace.
They seemed to be scavenging for food as if their lives depended on it.
They were always cautious, approaching the bowl of cat food where the dried fish were cautiously, occasionally glancing at Cornelia's movements.
Only when they were certain that Cornelia, who was sitting far away, wouldn't move, would the elven cats suddenly speed up and rush to the food bowl.
Then, they would grab a piece of dried fish and run away.
Clearly, this group of elven cats was very afraid of Cornelia.
There was a kind of oppressive feeling around her, similar to the King of Beasts.
Even though she was completely human.
But in the eyes of animals, she might still resemble her dragon demon form from the Demon Academy.
She could only cower from afar, not daring to move, and watch the little cats forage.
"So, she comes to feed the cats every day."
Dekan murmured to himself.
It looked like he needed to help her out.
It was pitiful to see her wanting to pet the cats but only being able to watch from a distance.
As an expert beast tamer, Dekan wanted to make Cornelia smile.
He shook his head in amusement and, with a smile on his face, walked briskly towards Cornelia.
