Chapter 85: Even Dark Demon Can Enjoy Youth
On Saturday morning, the streets were bustling with people.
Scott walked through the crowd, his face clouded with melancholy.
He was a second-year student, assigned to the Noble Academy due to his pure-blood noble status. But those days were long gone.
Last year on this very day, he had just entered Saint Maryan Academy as a first-year student, and his family had fallen into dire straits when his father’s political defeat occurred.
From a highborn noble to a lowly commoner, the immense psychological gap made Scott’s heart twist.
Saint Maryan did not reshuffle classes based on students’ changing family circumstances.
Scott became the sole hope for his family.
And he was also the only commoner in his grade at the Noble Academy.
Though his classmates never mentioned this out of respect for noble etiquette, they must have been ridiculing him behind his back, right?
As Scott thought so, he gradually slipped into a cold, black leather outfit.
His father, through an employee from Traveler’s Street, sent him countless letters, making him realize the heavy burden on his young shoulders.
Becoming a qualified Magus could change his family’s fate.
Even if he wasn’t a noble, he could still live well.
If he could become an excellent Magus, there was even a chance to return to the noble circle.
His mother constantly sent magic letters, calling out his name repeatedly.
“Scott! Scott!”
“Ahhh!”
Under the dual pressures of internal and external stress, Scott broke down.
Although a great upheaval in youth can indeed spur some to grow rapidly, not every 12-year-old boy could withstand such a heavy burden.
Scott did not grow or break through as his parents hoped; instead, he fell into confusion.
His grades declined, and his temper grew increasingly odd.
Until last Christmas, the girl he had been secretly fond of responded to a senior student’s invitation, becoming someone else’s dance partner at the grand ball.
So, he fled from the youthful atmosphere and rushed into the deepest part of the castle.
It was then that the leader of the Sect extended a helping hand to him.
“Found it!”
Scott’s gaze pierced through the crowd, finally catching sight of the heretic with arms around others.
…
Velvet Clothing Store.
Dark was squeezed into the crowd by Diana.
He never imagined that this store would be so busy before nine o’clock.
Perhaps this was what they called a “renowned shop by word of mouth”!
If he came alone, he would have immediately switched to another store upon seeing so many people.
But in reality, most people liked to squeeze into crowded shops.
This might be due to herd mentality, or perhaps they believed that good business meant good quality.
Not long after…
Dark was pulled to one corner of the store, standing in front of a mannequin.
He couldn’t help but ask, “Is this the Night Prince Outfit you mentioned?”
Diana nodded eagerly like a pecking chick.
Dark’s eyes twitched involuntarily.
Not that the quality of this “Night Prince” outfit was poor, but rather it was so exquisite that it bordered on ostentatious!
The fabric was black velvet, with a collar made of snow mountain black fox fur, and a fluffy fox tail hanging behind.
The two rows of buttons were made of obsidian, and cat-eye stones adorned the shoulders.
Could the feathered cape on one shoulder be the feathers of a black crow?
That was a symbol of darkness, a portentous thing!
Although this outfit displayed a very high level of sophistication through its various shades of black, it ultimately remained entirely black.
Wearing such an outfit on the stage during Christmas would make one an instant focus of attention.
Dark didn’t actually want to draw so much attention.
“There’s also this, a half-face Black Crow Mask.”
Unexpectedly, Diana pointed excitedly at a black crow mask studded with black diamonds on a nearby stand.
Dark couldn’t help but gasp: Is this something humans wear?
Which country’s prince would dare dress like this?
Not like a Galgame game world!
Hmm…
Dark recalled the kingdom’s only eldest prince, who seemed to indeed favor this style of dressing.
Had the public’s aesthetic been skewed by him?
Dark’s eyes flickered, suddenly brightening as he found a reason to refuse.
“Sis—!” He drew a sharp breath, “399 credits!”
Given this price, it seemed that the obsidian, cat-eye stones, and black diamonds were all products of Mana Technology.
But for a first-year student, it was still an unaffordable price!
“I’d rather buy Worm Tree fruits than this!”
Thinking thus, Dark prepared his words to refuse.
Unbeknownst to him, Diana suddenly revealed a smug smile, pulling him to another mannequin at the back.
“Look, the Night Princess Outfit!”
Dark’s eyelid twitched.
The black velvet princess gown worn by the female mannequin was truly the counterpart to the “Night Prince Outfit.”
It was filled with all sorts of extravagant decorations, with frills everywhere, as if more frills equaled more princess-like!
Dark was about to speak when Diana pointed to one of the tags: “Couple Outfit, 50% off!”
Dark’s eyelid twitched again: Oh, so you were waiting for me here?
…
Elsewhere, Rose giggled as she picked out a white officer uniform and half-mask adorned with peacock feathers.
She clearly understood Diana’s intentions.
In the end, Dark bought the “Night Prince Outfit.”
The set, which cost only 200 credits after the 50% discount, was within his acceptable range.
Moreover, apart from everything else, the material quality of the outfit was still very high. After the shop owner cast a spell to shrink it, it felt incredibly comfortable to wear.
If possible, he could even keep it until the Christmas ball.
That would save some money.
After leaving the Velvet Clothing Store, Dark, along with Diana and Rose, toured several shops before arriving at a high-end restaurant.
This music restaurant, named “Waltz,” was quite famous among students, mainly promoting a sense of “class.”
Dark specially ordered the highest-grade ice cream dessert for Diana and Rose, while he opted for a slightly lower-grade small cup.
Such tricks to restrain gluttony were already second nature to him.
The three of them enjoyed sweet ice cream in the cool autumn air, savoring a different kind of joy from summer.
Outside the window, maple leaves drifted with the wind, and the crowd bustled about.
The scent of youth was like a kite with broken string, soaring higher and higher.
…
Leaning against a maple tree, Scott, disguised with a newspaper like an old detective, was overwhelmed by the youthful aura, his face turning green, venomous eyes glaring.
