Chapter 307 The King of Darc Demon Education (6k)
Of course, Darc couldn’t be fooled by it.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at Eevee, whispering, “Get up.”
“Mii—” Eevee twisted its waist.
Darc snorted coldly, “One flower.”
Eevee: “Mii?”
Darc: “Two flowers.”
Eevee: “Mii!”
Its ears immediately perked up, and its ribbon antennae tensed up involuntarily.
Anyone with a brain knew that this couldn’t possibly be a reward; it had to be a punishment!
Eevee’s little red flowers were always in short supply. Every day, after working hard to earn them through homework, they still had to be used to pay the entrance fee for the Big Milk Jar, leaving its savings dwindling, long enveloped by the aura of poverty.
Each deduction of a little red flower was a direct hit to the heart, causing an overwhelming sense of despair.
But Darc’s voice remained indifferent: “Three flowers.”
Eevee’s heart was still struggling.
Darc: “Four flowers.”
Eevee: “Mii!”
It suddenly stood up, its eyes showing panic as its two antennae stretched out carefully, wrapping around its owner’s wrist.
This was begging.
“Ten flowers will be deducted in advance.”
Darc snorted again, put down his backpack, and turned around, saying, “Follow me.”
“Mii! (Isn’t it four flowers? How did it jump to ten!)”
Eevee’s heart shattered, its expression filled with sorrow and despair.
But to avoid going negative, it had no choice but to lower its head and follow Darc out of room 201.
As soon as they left the room, they were out of the range of “Paradise.”
Eevee could clearly feel its body becoming less agile than before.
However, the Golem’s innate grasp of basic strength helped it adapt quickly.
…
Ten minutes later, Eevee was brought to the kitchen of St. Maryan’s cafeteria.
Darc stood behind it, arms crossed, looking serious.
Eevee crouched on the ground, paws clasped together, bowing repeatedly to the Halfling chef, looking pitifully desperate.
The Halfling chef, with a kind look, recalled the bat Familiar that didn’t appear that morning.
She kindly said, “It’s fine, I’ll go prepare some special hangover soup for you.”
Darc kicked Eevee’s b*tt, urging, “Thank the auntie.”
“Mii!” Eevev nodded and bowed hurriedly.
The Halfling chef smiled and went to prepare the ingredients.
After she left, Darc moved closer to the wall to avoid disturbing other Halfling chefs.
Eevee approached cautiously, clinging to his leg, pressing its face against him.
Eevee, slightly!
…
“Those who make mistakes must pay the price. Only by feeling pain can one become vigilant.”
Darc’s gaze was cold, ignoring Eevee’s attempts to seek comfort.
The passing Halfling chefs curiously watched the pair, but most looked at Eevev with understanding once they learned the truth.
Clearly, they were all examples of “too much love spoiling a child.”
Darc himself was also a product of “excessive indulgence,” so he was very wary of this.
Just like how the Imp Beast behaved after evolving into a Demon Beast, though understandable, it still needed to be controlled.
Eevev’s subjective mistake required even more education.
Although the Golems were individually powerful, their minds were still immature and incomplete.
As their master, Darc’s actions had a significant impact on their mental growth.
The most obvious cases were the Imp Beast and Deoxys.
The Imp Beast, originally a cunning and deceitful inferior Demon with a penchant for lies, now only occasionally talks nonsense, acting like a child.
Well, it was indeed a child.
Deoxys’ pride and diligence were similar to Darc’s own traits.
Hopefully, Eevev would learn from this experience.
Next time, even if it wants to cause trouble, don’t be so foolish!
…
A quarter of an hour later.
Darc obtained a pot of special hangover soup from the Halfling chef.
It had been used on Professor Lily and had good results.
Plus, the Golems were not heavily intoxicated, so they should wake up soon.
Darc returned with Eevev, gradually noticing more and more students gathering outside the castle.
Students glided across the frozen lake like swans, building snowmen and having snowball fights, enjoying themselves immensely.
His mood gradually calmed—actually, he wasn’t really angry, just putting on a show.
When they returned to the dorm, Darc handed Eevev the task of feeding the hangover soup, then sat at his desk, pulling out a book and reading slowly.
This afternoon, he wanted to try to enjoy life as much as possible.
…
Another half hour passed, and the Golems finally began to awaken one by one.
The culprit, Eevev, was pushed to a corner, with the shadow of revenge slowly creeping over.
Seeing Eevev about to上演 “Eevev’s Tragedy,” Darc couldn’t help but laugh and say, “Alright, everyone get ready. Around two o’clock, I’ll take you out to see the snow.”
Upon hearing this, the Golems instantly stopped, each perking up their ears and looking at him eagerly, wanting to confirm whether they had heard correctly.
Darc repeated slowly, “You can bring some snacks and milk, it’ll be our last winter outing… although it’s actually spring now. But remember to clean up the trash when we return. We need to be civilized tourists, understood?”
“Moo moo!”
“Grrr!”
“Wow!”
The Golems surrounding Eevev scattered, each excitedly finding their small bags and stuffing them with snacks.
Of course, there were also ones like Huhu, who carried a small drawing board.
That was prepared by Darc after noticing its talent for painting.
Deoxys twitched its cat ears, selecting picture books suitable for reading in the snow from its collection.
It was gradually developing a literary flair.
The Imp Beast was the quickest to pull out its scarf and hat, wearing them even before leaving.
The other Golems, though lacking hats, followed suit and wrapped their scarves properly.
The Trash Slime’s tiny size made its scarf look like a baby carrier when Ditto stuffed it inside.
The Big Milk Jar, of course, didn’t forget to fill its 【Ultimate Skill: Drink Milk】.
With Darc watching, it wanted to try exploring further.
The Piplup that had prepared first was already dancing, bouncing large bubbles.
…
In short, the commotion quickly passed the time.
Darc packed his notebook, books, and teacup into his backpack, then took them off.
“Paradise,” he placed inside the deck.
He did not recall all the golems back into their mana cards, but instead led them out in a grand procession.
After all, many people in the academy already knew that the small cow that often carried around cute little things was a first-year student from the Noble Academy—Dark Demon!
As for the consumption of mana,
Just the trip to re-activate “Paradise,” he could still easily bear.
Whether it was a winter or spring outing, the key word was “out.”
Traveling leisurely from the starting point to the destination was also an experience.
Dark clearly remembered when he was in elementary school, he had walked to the park and other places with his backpack on, lined up, and under the guidance of teachers.
The happiness of those days was hard to find even in an amusement park when he grew up.
…
Diana and Rose appeared on time at room 201, probably never imagining their team would be so large.
Both young girls were dressed beautifully in winter clothes, complete with scarves, gloves, and hats.
Diana looked eager, likely already daydreaming about making the largest snowman in St. Maryan!
But when she saw the golems timidly walking out of Dark’s dormitory, her idea of building a snowman was pushed aside by her desire to play in the snow.
She originally thought no one would want to play snowball with her, but now she didn’t have to worry about it!
Dark let her mix with the golems, leading like a kindergarten teacher at the front, becoming the locomotive of the team.
He walked alongside Rose.
This group of people and creatures made their way down the stairs and arrived at the Common Room of the Noble Academy.
The chattering of the golems and Diana filled the Common Room.
The male and female students huddled around the fireplace were instantly captivated.
This unprecedented grand scene almost made them forget what they were doing.
Even the couples who were affectionate froze.
Not everyone dislikes taking golems around, but to bring such a large group…
Was it because they had too much mana or something?
Moreover, the demeanor and actions of these golems looked like living beings, each one seemed to grow up eating cuteness!
In the past, there was a profession called “Tamer,” who fought by taming monsters.
When they went out, they usually traveled in groups.
But in this era, tamers who lagged behind the times were nearly extinct, only seen in circuses.
At this moment, Dark had a bit of a tamer’s aura.
It wasn’t until Diana and the golems’ train left the Common Room that the students of the Noble Academy suddenly came to their senses.
Then a volcanic discussion erupted.
A few girls whispered to each other and couldn’t help but follow.
They weren’t thinking of grabbing one, just watching the little guys from afar gave them a sense of satisfaction.
…
In such a situation, a student who usually stayed in the Common Room suddenly stood up and quietly headed upstairs.
Room 501, Tower of Noble Academy.
Angus Jeffrey, the president of the Noble History Research Society, was sipping afternoon tea surrounded by members.
Angus Jeffrey was a fourth-year student who became the president of the research society in the second half of his third year, and it was almost a year since then.
Since the last Novice Tournament, when he assigned the second-year top student, Else Kevin, not only lost to Dark Demon in the duel but also became a super background in the sudden appearance of Dark, he had been relatively quiet for some time.
The Noble History Research Society was not a monolith.
If he made significant mistakes in decision-making that harmed the collective interest or tarnished the society’s reputation, even as the president, he could be excluded.
In fact, the decision he made against Dark during the tournament was considered a failure, causing considerable damage to the society’s reputation.
Recently, during conflicts with other societies, he was even ridiculed on the spot and could not defend himself.
Therefore, he needed to do something to make up for this loss.
Thus, when someone told him that Dark was traveling with a large number of golems, he knew his opportunity had come!
The externalization of golems requires a lot of mana; this was common knowledge!
Although Dark Demon’s mana talent seemed strong, humans have limits.
No matter how strong he was, he couldn’t recklessly consume mana.
As long as he caught the moment when Dark ran out of mana, he could do something small to diminish his prestige.
Once Dark Demon embarrassed himself in public, Angus Jeffrey would have regained some ground.
And this small move had its rules.
It must be within the rules.
St. Maryan Academy explicitly forbids fighting, but encourages disputes to be resolved through duels.
Adding to that, it was Valentine’s Day, a time when disputes are more likely to occur, so everything was in his favor.
Finally, it was the human factor.
But this “human” issue was a big problem.
Jeffrey took a sip of his tea and couldn’t help but look around at the members, asking, “So, any recommendations?”
The members lowered their heads involuntarily when asked.
Recommendations?
Who could they recommend?
Even Else Kevin wasn’t a match, who else could they recommend?
Should they find the second-year student, Maly, to give a real fight?
If they really went, it was uncertain who would be beaten!
But excluding the second year, should they go to the third, fourth, or even fifth years?
Hey!
Last time, sending a second-year student to deal with Dark Demon was embarrassing enough, okay?
He was just a first-year student who had been in school for less than half a year!
“In my opinion,”
Mike Owen, Jeffrey’s confidant, flicked his bangs and said, “Dark Demon is not an ordinary person, and he openly defeated Kevin in the Novice Tournament. So, finding a third-year student wouldn’t be shameful.”
Jeffrey turned his gaze to him and asked, “So, Owen, do you have someone in mind?”
Owen coughed and looked away, “No.”
Why even bother!
Jeffrey cursed inwardly and turned to look out the window at the snow.
Owen added, “It’s like this. Everyone in the Noble Academy has their own pride. Sending a second-year student to battle a first-year student is acceptable.
But if it’s a third-year student, it’s hard for anyone to agree. So, we don’t necessarily need to keep pressing on him.
Even if he later starts his own society, he can’t escape being from the Noble Academy, his society will always be associated with the noble heritage.”
The courtyard couldn’t be crossed. We could actually become comrades-in-arms…
“Stop!”
Jeffery was clearly annoyed by his long speech and immediately slammed the table to halt him.
Mike Owen’s sudden words clearly negated his previous decision, which he did not like at all.
Suddenly, his eyes darted, and he looked coldly at Owen, “I have my choice!”
…
Dark had never imagined that such a virtuous and well-learned student as himself would be targeted.
After leading the large group out of the tower of the Noble Academy, he did not immediately leave the castle but went up the nearest stairs to the fifth floor of the castle.
This height was already enough to overlook the scenery.
One by one, the golems climbed up the holes in the city walls, looking down at the snow-covered pure white land.
The snowscape seen from high above and from the ground were completely different.
Finally, there was this opportunity.
Dark hoped the golems could experience more perspectives.
He stood by, gently watching the excited golems, feeling his heart gradually complete.
Diana pulled Rose, perfectly blending in with the golems, indistinguishable.
Their familiars ran after their heels, although they looked agile, Dark, who had seen many of his own golems, could easily spot their stiffness.
“Find an opportunity to give them a surprise.”
Dark smiled slightly.
…
Once the golems had enough fun, Dark led them down the castle through another staircase.
His current mana was roughly equivalent to that of an adult magus, but the quality and recovery rate of his mana were far superior, so the amount of mana he could use per unit time was higher than that of an adult magus.
The mana consumed by a few golems could be replenished solely by the self-recovery of mana.
So far, it was still quite relaxed.
But if it continued for much longer, there might be a shortage of mana.
Therefore, next, he planned to find a suitable place to lay out the “Paradise.”
…
While Dark was planning the afternoon snow-watching event, most of the first-year students were troubled over Valentine’s Day.
Knight Academy Tower, first-year dormitory.
Wit Gold and Robert Broheim were hiding in the dormitory playing mana chess.
Due to Robert getting new pieces, Wit, who was already no match for him, was even less of a match now.
They almost couldn’t play properly anymore.
After falling into a disadvantage again, Wit hesitated and asked, “Robert, do you think Dark intentionally displayed that vampire piece to achieve what?”
Robert shook his head, indicating he was even less clear.
Wit guessed on his own, “The secret passage seal has yet to be broken. Could it be because the professors haven’t found that vampire yet? Could it be that Dark displayed the vampire piece to lure him out? But would that work?”
Robert still shook his head, “No idea.”
Wit said, “If Dark really did it under the professors’ instructions, then could it be that the vampire Vlad has actually escaped the secret passage and is hiding among us? Otherwise, his actions don’t make sense!”
Robert sighed, “Wit, don’t think too much. That’s too dangerous. Even if it’s true as you guessed, it’s not something we can interfere with.”
“It’s not necessarily so.” Wit shook the chess pieces and whispered, “With the help of the seniors, my ‘Holy Sword Curse’ is almost complete.”
Robert was startled and then congratulated him, “That’s great! A hero with a holy sword, only with a holy sword can a hero truly be called a hero! Do you remember Professor Metia’s prophecy?”
“Of course.” Wit said, “History repeats itself, the cycle never stops. I will inherit my father’s legacy and become a user of the holy sword worthy of the identity of a hero’s child!”
Robert smiled, “Then Mr. Holy Sword, are you ready to deliver chocolates?”
Wit’s expression froze, and he sighed, “I can only use store-bought chocolates.”
This meant he had tried making handmade chocolates but failed.
Robert comforted him, “Actually, it’s the same. Maybe store-bought chocolates taste better.”
Wit: “Perhaps.”
As he sighed, his “castle” was thoroughly conquered by Robert’s pieces.
But his mind had already drifted away.
Robert asked, “How about it, have you figured out how to send them? Send someone to deliver, secretly put them at the library counter, or deliver them yourself?”
Wit came back to his senses and firmly said, “Deliver them myself! I am the son of a hero!”
…
Half an hour later.
Wit and Robert appeared at the entrance of the library.
As he approached the door, Wit became nervous.
He hesitated for a while, and when no one was at the entrance, he gritted his teeth and entered the library.
Pandora was reading at the front desk.
She had arranged with Miss Bella to switch shifts around three o’clock.
It was still half an hour before three.
Since she started work at noon, she had been receiving gifts non-stop, and the counter was already piled high with them.
The boys who gave chocolates had probably realized after a few years that declaring love didn’t work.
So they all just left after giving the chocolates.
There were also some fan clubs that sent large amounts of chocolates and flowers at once.
Every year on Valentine’s Day was more or less the same.
And it seemed to increase every year.
In short, as long as it wasn’t a face-to-face declaration, Pandora accepted everything.
What did she do with the gifts afterward?
Of course, they weren’t used for eating or showing off.
“Valentine’s Day chocolates” were a good material for secret rituals.
…
Pandora looked up at the door. The two first-year students had been standing there for several minutes.
Such people lingering at the library entrance were troublesome for the librarians responsible for registration.
But she had a question she wanted to ask, so she endured it.
Finally, the black-haired boy among them walked into the library.
But if you only looked at his expression, you might mistake him for heading to a battlefield.
“Register.”
When he approached, Pandora casually pushed the registration form toward him.
Wit’s expression froze, staring at the registration form for a long time, then he suddenly bit his lip and took out the chocolate gift box hidden behind him.
Then he loudly said, “Senior, please accept my chocolate!”
Pandora pointed to the table nonchalantly, “Put it there.”
Wit turned his head and obediently placed the chocolate among the small pile of boxes.
He wanted to say more, but he heard Pandora ask, “By the way, are you classmates with Dark Demon? Do you know where he is now?”
