Derrick's Mansion.
Sariel looked out through the window and sighed. "I wonder where Master went. I hope he's alright."
And some scum had the guts to call him mortal. She gritted her teeth, her foot climbing onto the first step.
Derrick's gate.
"It's been a while since I've been to Derrick's mansion," Kate muttered.
"Mansion? Isn't this an estate?" Jane asked, her voice rising.
Kate sighed. "Not the land. The house on it."
The silver gate slid open. "I hope he's in," Kate said, her voice low and dry.
Once again, I have to see him. Jane looked at the floor, her eyes half open.
Derrick's mansion.
The automated door opened, the passage dark.
Jane's eyes widened. So dark.
"A door?"
Kate stepped forward. "I see a door. It seems to be the door to the sitting room."
They strode toward it and opened it.
Sariel raised her head, her gaze fixated on Kate and Jane.
In the tower.
Holik squatted on the floor, one knee dropped, one knee raised. This dagger was given to me by her. His gaze shifted from the dagger to Myra, his face carrying a scowl. But the person who has given me the dagger is fighting barehanded.
Myra's gaze fixated on the goblins, her face filled with excitement. "Come at me."
I don't know who is more primitive, her or those goblins.
"My profile," he said, his voice low as he rose to his feet.
[PERSONAL WINDOW]
[Name: Holik Alternate]
[Gender: Male]
[Age: 23]
[Race: Anomalous Hybrid-Veiled Human]
[Level: 1]
[Essence: Transcendence]
[Innate Personal Abilities: Precognitive Intuition]
[Innate Bloodline Abilities: (VEILED) — get stronger to access]
[Unique Abilities: (Apotheosis locked) — get stronger to access]
[Abilities: Alchemy]
[STATS]
[Strength: 10]
[Agility: 18]
[Intellect: 80]
[Willpower: 40]
[Constitution: 90]
[Vitality: 100]
[Dexterity: 65]
[Sense: 50 (suppressed)]
[Luck: 50 (suppressed)]
I still haven't leveled up. He turned and looked behind him. The bodies of dead goblins.
He turned forward, his gaze drifting to the bush path ahead. My current priority is to exit this tower.
Moments later.
Myra punched through the last goblin's head.
She looked around her, eyes searching, chest heaving. Where has he gone?
In the S-rank dungeon.
Irene strode deeper into the cave-like dungeon, torches burning, low flames illuminating.
The monsters, absent.
After a while.
"Princess Irene?" From ahead, a voice—feminine and hopeful.
Irene straining her eyes through the darkness ahead.
"Your Highness." A lady wearing a violet dress and heels stepped into the low light from the darkness.
"Rhadia?! What are you doing here?" Her brows lifted.
"Ha, it was the right decision to send Chad out," Rhadia said, her voice low.
Chad? Oh, that's the ghoul. Irene turned to the ghoul behind her, his head bowed.
Irene turned to Rhadia. "Your Highness, I am ashamed you met me in this hole," Rhadia said.
"Stop talking like that." Irene's left eye twitching.
Rhadia strode toward Irene.
"We have so much to discuss, hehehe." Rhadia crossed her arm around Irene's neck.
Same as ever, so quick to switch. Irene smiled.
"You just thought about killing me, didn't you?" Rhadia asked, a wry smile filling her face.
"Of course. Who wouldn't want to kill you?" Irene said, smiling.
Look at her saying such things despite being two thousand years older than me. Rhadia smiled.
Four hours earlier.
"Hah, the food is ready," Daemon said, mouth watering.
Pancakes, cookies, and tea on the silver and ceramic flatware, all set on the gold tray.
He carried it all to the dining table.
In Nariel's room.
She sniffed. The scent has grown stronger.
Stomach grumbling. I need to find out where it's coming from.
She strode out of the room.
I have never felt like this. What's wrong with me? Foot stepping down the stairs, wings disappearing.
She arrived at the sitting room.
Deep breaths, she strode toward the scent.
Stopped in her tracks. What are those? Eyes fixed on the dining table.
Daemon sat on the leather-steel chair, sipping hot tea, eyes closed.
Nariel walked to another chair.
Creak.
Daemon darted his eyes open.
"The hell!" he exclaimed, the ceramic mug slipping out of his hands.
Pwa.
Daemon looked at the tiles, the broken mug and tea filling the square tile.
"My precious," Daemon breathed.
Daemon looked at her, a warm, ironic smile filling his face.
Nariel watched him. Her face blank.
"The food aroma sure is nice." Daemon picked up a pancake and took a bite.
"Seems wike y're humgry," Daemon said, mouth full.
Nariel stared at him. Don't talk while stuffed.
Seems like I'm gonna have to do this myself. Such an introvert.
Daemon grabbed another pancake, stood up, strode toward Nariel.
"Hey," he said behind her, voice low.
"Huh?" Her mouth widened. She looked up at him.
Suddenly, he stuffed her mouth full.
She looked at him.
Let's see whether an angel can eat. Daemon grinned.
Nariel blinked and gulped it straight down. Immediately, Daemon jerked back.
The fuck was that? His left eye twitching.
She stretched her left hand toward the bowl at the center of the table. From it, she took a pancake, chewing slowly.
Daemon watched behind her, quiet, mouth parted.
She ate the last bit of the pancake, her head raised, her golden eyes locking with Daemon's.
"Thank you." She smiled, tears running down her cheeks.
His fist clenched, face smiling. She's crying. This cold rock.
Ehm. "I'm responsible for taking care of you, since you are living with me now."
Her face refreshed with awe.
Daemon returned to his chair.
Nariel ate. Daemon's jaw dropped. Wow, such a big appetite.
His eyes on his plate, carrying three pancakes. So these are the last ones.
Moments later.
Daemon sipped his tea in a new mug, his eyes closed.
Nariel chewed on the last bit, her gaze fixated on Daemon.