Chapter 118: Dark Demon’s Unremarkable Day [18.5]
The first day of November.
Wednesday…
On Halloween.
Six in the morning…
Lily Laplace woke up amidst a slight chill.
“Ugh—”
She smacked her lips and opened her eyes slightly.
She saw a short-haired cat licking its ear at the head of the bed.
“Stop that.”
Realizing she was not in her own nest, Lily struggled to wake up fully.
She slowly crawled out from under the covers, letting out a small yawn.
Then she noticed the golden-haired youth curled up beside her.
“Hehe.”
Seeing Dark sound asleep, Lily couldn’t resist poking his cheek gently with her finger.
It felt soft, like jelly pudding.
Her finger retracted.
The elastic skin quickly returned to its original shape.
Lily decided to stop there.
“Go back to sleep.”
The little imp fluttered away on tiny wings, returning to its own house.
Dark continued sleeping.
He hadn’t slept this deeply in a long time.
With all burdens lifted, both physically and mentally, he felt an overwhelming urge to sleep. It wasn’t until 9:30 that he finally opened his eyes.
He immediately checked the “Sloth” indicator, but it hadn’t increased.
“Is it because I didn’t sleep late enough?”
“Or is it because I truly need this much sleep?”
Coming to his senses, Dark noticed Professor Lily had left without a word.
He didn’t pay much attention and proceeded to wash up and change clothes, using a trash slime to refresh his face. Thus, a new day began.
The demoness beast that emerged from the selection card still hadn’t turned back into a small demon beast.
Perhaps due to absorbing too much power from the goddess statue, this evolution lasted longer than usual.
Reluctantly, Dark went to the cafeteria for breakfast.
Most students were just waking up, so the cafeteria was unexpectedly crowded.
They were still discussing topics similar to those at midnight.
Occasionally, they mentioned Halloween gifts.
But these were mostly things like toffee, toffee apples, and chocolate cookies.
Halloween was different from Christmas; gifts weren’t as significant.
After breakfast, Dark headed to the infirmary.
Last night, he didn’t have a chance to return Wit’s magic card, so he thought about finding Robert here to pass it along.
“Is Sister Carrian here?”
Carefully opening the door, Dark found Sister Carrian still dozing off at her desk.
Clearly exhausted, her side profile showed signs of weariness.
Feeling sorry for her, Dark quietly entered the infirmary and found Robert Broheim among the patients near the entrance.
Robert seemed oblivious to everything, sleeping peacefully.
Dark placed Wit’s card in a bag and put it by Robert’s bedside.
Then he prepared to leave the infirmary.
But as he turned around, he noticed more than half of the patients were receiving intravenous infusions.
Unlike normal intravenous drips, the needles were inserted into the temples, and the bottles hanging by the beds were spherical, containing glowing magic potions.
Upon closer inspection, one could see the needles piercing the brain, similar to how Old John used the fate hook to extract thoughts, both depicted in a hazy manner.
The magic potions inside the spherical bottles were nearly depleted.
Although he didn’t know what kinds of potions were in the bottles, based on common sense, he knew it was time to wake Sister Carrian!
“Dark Demon?”
Sister Carrian appeared silently behind him.
Startled, Dark jumped slightly.
She said, “Just in time. Can you help me refill those potion bottles?”
Dark nodded. “Of course.”
Sister Carrian rubbed her eyes and took out two racks of test tubes from the medicine cabinet. Each rack was filled with sealed test tubes with oak stoppers.
Inside each tube were two different liquids.
“This light yellow potion is the Grimm potion, which effectively eliminates the side effects of the soul-dissolving water, making the bond between soul and body stronger and less susceptible to mental illusions.”
“This golden-yellow potion is the Andersen potion, which has remarkable effects in breaking curses. It can remove most brain curses and mental manipulations. If taken beforehand, it can also protect the brain from manipulation.”
“Though they look similar, they are completely different potions. Follow me, don’t mix them up.”
Thirty patients needed their medication changed.
Fourteen needed the Grimm potion, sixteen needed the Andersen potion.
The remaining nineteen were injected with soul-dissolving water but were not severely affected.
A couple of days’ rest would be sufficient for them to recover.
In fact, the most troublesome were the fourteen couples whose emotions and memories were extracted.
The Grimm potion could stabilize their minds, but further treatment was needed to gradually restore their emotions and memories.
According to Sister Carrian, human emotions and memories have backups in the brain and aren’t easily erased.
“In any case, recovery is good.”
After clarifying, Dark breathed a sigh of relief.
Though he had his reasons at the time, he did not intervene when their emotions and memories were extracted. If they couldn’t recover, he would feel guilty.
Sister Carrian seemed to read his thoughts and chuckled, “Dark Demon, I heard about you while working for the Church. They say you are the embodiment of a demon, a disgrace to the Duke family, a son of a Valkyrie without any martial virtues. I found you quite interesting back then, but I didn’t expect you to grow up so uninteresting.”
Dark: “? ?”
Sister Carrian casually poured the Andersen potion into the last member of the Sea Sect’s spherical bottle and continued, “Saving ten people versus saving a hundred. If among the ten, there is someone important to you, and among the hundred, none are known to you but are all innocent, which would you choose?”
Dark: “Ten people.”
Sister Carrian: “? ?”
Dark shook his head, “Sister Carrian, emotions and actions are separate. If saving ten means a hundred cannot be saved, I will feel guilty, but next time, I will still save the ten. There is no conflict here. Those hundred people wouldn’t have died because of me. My guilt is only because my ability is insufficient to save all one hundred and ten.”
Sister Carrian paused, embarrassedly scratching her messy silver hair, “Alright, I was wrong. I have some leftover Grimm and Andersen potions. You can choose one as a reward.”
“Andersen potion,” Dark replied without hesitation.
