Chapter 556: It’s Impossible for Dark Demon to Have a Daughter (10k)
After parting ways with Professor Melnor, Dark immediately turned towards the classroom for the History of Magic class, flawlessly transitioning from professor to student.
In his own view, today’s lecture was just average, but as his first formal lecture, it sufficed.
Through this lesson, he roughly understood Victoria and Phoenix’s state during class, and also gained some understanding of Aurora, Jon, and Joy. Additionally, Vivian, the dark elf, was also within his observation range.
These six individuals were basically those whom he cared about among the first-year students.
As for the two young princesses… there was no need for him to worry!
“However, this year’s first-year lineup is truly impressive.”
“There are exceptionally outstanding people in the Noble Academy, Knight Academy, Mana Academy… even in Fool’s Academy.”
“I hope it’s not a bad omen.”
…
With about ten minutes left before class, Dark quietly entered through the back door of the History of Magic classroom.
However, Wit and Robert, who were sitting in the last row near the door, noticed him.
Robert’s eyes lit up as he curiously asked, “Dark, why didn’t I see you in the last class?”
Dark tilted his head and smiled, saying, “I went to attend a mathematics class.”
Robert subconsciously replied, “Isn’t the last class math?”
Dark then said, “First-year math class.”
Robert muttered, “Oh, first-year, first-year, wait, how did you go to a first-year class…”
But Dark had already sat down by the window.
He took out the History of Magic textbook, flipped to the page marked with a bookmark, and read it rather casually.
Starting from the second year, the History of Magic finally had a new textbook.
It was said that Professor Ryan Hux had specially commissioned someone to compile the new textbook, and he put considerable effort into this work.
With the textbook, Professor Ryan Hux no longer randomly told stories; instead, he began systematically teaching the History of Magic, significantly improving his teaching level.
Of course, the new textbook—Five Thousand Years Up and Down—was indeed compiled excellently, with many stories being very vivid and interesting, making one wonder who compiled this textbook?
Unfortunately, there was no author’s name on the textbook, which was somewhat disappointing.
“Most likely, it was compiled by some hero from the Hero Hall?”
While Dark thought this, Diana struggled to tilt her head back and said, “Dark, how was your class?”
“It went well.” Dark smiled, “This time, with Professor Melnor overseeing, those little troublemakers won’t dare cause any disturbances.”
“That’s good.” Diana pulled her head back.
Dark then asked, “How was it? Did you take good notes in the previous class?”
Diana quickly replied, “Of course, stop asking me all the time! I’m not a first-year kid!”
Dark laughed heartily, “Of course, you’re a second-year.”
Diana responded, “Right, I’m a second-year.”
“Huh.” Rose couldn’t help but laugh.
…
Soon after, Professor Ryan Hux entered the classroom, following the bell.
Not only did he now have flowing long hair, but he was also impeccably dressed, exuding great vitality.
The foot, hand, and eye he lost in the war were replaced with the latest prosthetics by Professor Kazel, making it almost impossible to tell him apart from a normal person.
If the current him stood next to the him when he first came to Saint Maryann Academy, it would be hard to recognize them as the same person.
“Today, we’ll discuss the beginning of the history of magic.”
As soon as the bell rang, Professor Ryan Hux began the day’s lecture with full vigor.
“The so-called history of magic begins with the moment humans recognized mana, continuing to the present day…”
…
As Professor Ryan Hux spoke, the students seemed to follow him through time, wandering through the corridors of history, listening to the continuous flow of tides.
He always managed to create an exceptional sense of immersion, making one feel as if they were right there.
Dark also genuinely gained more knowledge from this History of Magic class.
…
On Tuesday afternoon, it was time for Beast Mastery class.
Professor Nina entered the classroom through the narrow teacher’s door as usual, but she no longer applied cheap perfume to herself, and her interactions with students became increasingly natural.
After becoming a formal professor, Nina’s confidence noticeably increased—in choosing teaching magical creatures as well!
The students looked at the terrifying magical creatures on the podium, their faces a mix of fear and excitement.
After all, these were children born in peacetime, who had never truly faced danger, even though they possessed powerful strength due to mana technology, they might not necessarily be able to utilize it.
Apart from teaching students about the ecology, characteristics, and value of magical beasts, the most prominent feature of Professor Nina’s Beast Mastery class was helping students overcome their fear of these dangerous creatures.
This was also the main reason she passed Professor Shylph’s review and became a permanent faculty member.
And after gaining recognition from Professor Shylph, she naturally aimed to catch even more terrifying and dangerous magical creatures to give students more early experiences.
After the students got familiar with Professor Nina’s teaching style, they no longer felt as helpless as they did at the beginning, and their expectations for Beast Mastery and dungeon adventures grew.
Unfortunately, they still needed to pass a physical fitness test to be allowed into the dungeon…
After Beast Mastery class, Dark went to the library, briefly met Senior Pandora, and then arrived at the clubroom to complete post-class assignments with the club members.
At this point, Catalysta and Broni finally understood what Mathematics II was, looking at Dark with a hidden grudge.
Then they discovered that third-year and second-year students were doing nearly identical math homework.
Of course, the problems they encountered were quite similar.
After finishing his other assignments, Dark naturally provided guidance to them.
Catalysta’s ability to absorb and digest knowledge was indeed the strongest, while Broni and Diana were much clumsier, especially Broni, who lacked the patience for focused learning.
Dark could only hope that the intense learning atmosphere within the club would motivate her.
After completing the post-class assignments, it was time for club activities.
Activities for the Magical Animal Club… were virtually non-existent.
Everyone, while gradually adding more decorations to the clubroom, happily engaged in their own tasks.
Rose and Catalysta occasionally exchanged insights on reading.
Diana clumsily learned knitting from Broni.
As for Dark himself, he held the attitude of “姑获
The “Night Bird egg” was chanting.
Since the golems gathered in the club every morning, it was indeed impossible for them to leave the “Night Bird egg” in the dormitory.
Dark held the “Night Bird egg,” attempting to perceive any movements inside with minute mana.
He had increasingly felt in the last two days that this egg was about to hatch; the movements coming from within were like a baby kicking its mother’s belly after ten months of pregnancy, making him feel particularly close to it.
The “Night Bird egg” hatches by absorbing human的气息 (aura). After hatching, their appearance, traits, and personalities are influenced to some extent by the aura of the human they absorb.
If the absorbed aura is pure enough, they will recognize that human as their parent upon birth.
Essentially, these are such magical creatures.
Thus, after obtaining the “Night Bird egg,” Dark did not let anyone else but Professor Lily touch it.
He looked forward to the hatching of the “Night Bird egg,” which would give him a feeling similar yet slightly different from when he summoned a golem.
Today, he had a strong premonition that the “Night Bird egg” was about to hatch!
The closer it got to night, the stronger this feeling became.
To the point where the book he held no longer seemed appealing.
He nestled in the president’s office, holding the “Night Bird egg,” eagerly waiting.
However, until nine o’clock at night, when the club members noticed the president’s abnormality and peeked through the door, there was still no sign of the “Night Bird egg” hatching.
“Jiejiejie!”
Dark was slightly startled by the head that suddenly popped out from the ceiling.
With a dark face, he looked up at Lily, who wore an evil smile, and complained, “Can’t you enter through the front door?”
“Wouldn’t that be lacking in the spirit of a little imp?”
After emerging from the ceiling, Lily flipped in mid-air three and a half times before landing on the “Night Bird egg.”
As the club’s guidance professor for magical animals, it was unsurprising for her to appear in the clubroom at any time.
But today, Dark used his “club card” to summon her.
When the “Night Bird egg” was about to hatch, Lily Laplace of course could not be absent.
She pressed her ear against the shell carefully listening, excitedly saying, “It’s really going to come out!”
“Is that so? I think so too.” Dark thought for a moment, then pulled out a children’s book from behind the bookshelf, wondering if he should read it.
“What are you going to do?” Lily asked curiously.
Dark said, “Prenatal education—”
Lily: “…”
So before the “Night Bird egg” hatched, Dark told it the story of “The Little Tadpole Looking for Its Mother,” hoping to instill in it the concept that children cannot lose their parents, trying to correct its innate habit of raising other chicks before it was born.
But just as he reached halfway, the “Night Bird egg” suddenly jolted.
Dark immediately stopped and focused intently on the egg.
“Come here.”
Lily’s expression turned serious in an instant.
She extended her hand, grabbing Dark’s hands and guiding them to the egg.
Both of their hands tightly pressed against the side of the shell, carefully sensing the movements of the chick.
Once…
Twice…
It moved more frequently.
“Bang!”
The egg suddenly jumped, fine cracks appearing on top of the shell. Soon after, the cracks spread out like a spider web.
A round little head broke through the shell, quickly poking out.
Unlike a normal newly hatched chick whose eyes are barely open, its big, round eyes were full of vitality. It first looked at Dark, then turned its head to look at Lily, then back at Dark, then back at Lily…
It seemed a bit dizzy, and “plopped” sat back into the shell.
“Chee—”
…
“It seems a bit dim-witted…”
Dark couldn’t help but reach out and gently poke the Night Bird’s head.
Perhaps because it was a projection of reality, this Night Bird had slight differences compared to the records.
Not only did it grow all its feathers right after birth, but it also had almost no neck, looking like two buns stacked together, round and inviting to want to pluck its feathers bald.
But considering it was just born, Dark didn’t dare to do so.
“Bang!”
The office door was suddenly broken open, and the club members and golems crowded together fell to the ground.
Then they stood up casually, pretending to be surprised as if by chance, “Wow, the egg has hatched!”
It was fake, heartbreakingly so.
“Hoho—”
Agumon crawled out of the crowd and ran three steps at once to the desk, standing on tiptoe, claws gripping the edge, staring wide-eyed at the swaying baby Night Bird, feeling a faint excitement that others did not share.
Ever since being summoned, Agumon’s presence had always been low.
Most of the time, it stayed in the clubroom, occasionally following the golems to the canteen for a meal, but it would become uneasy once it left the clubroom.
It was as if once it left, the clubroom would become an unguarded room, constantly vulnerable to theft.
The responsibility of guarding the clubroom was deeply imprinted in its mind from the moment it was born.
—This was actually the fundamental circuit implanted in the body of the club familiar.
Now that the first magical creature of the club had successfully hatched, it felt as if it had gained another family member to share its bloodline, naturally different feelings.
It carefully observed the black-and-white ball in the shell, already imagining various scenarios of interacting with it.
Dizzy from the initial confusion, the Night Bird met Agumon’s gaze again after regaining clarity.
It seemed to find Agumon’s appearance interesting, so it flapped its wings and “cheeped” at Agumon.
Seeing this, Dark reached out, picked up Agumon from the side of the desk, and placed it on the table.
Agumon carefully moved forward, squatting down and extending its claw to touch the tip of the Night Bird’s finger lightly.
After a light touch, the Night Bird instantly raised its head and laughed, then “plopped” slid backward, lying down along the curve of the shell, blinking its big eyes at the ceiling.
Dark watched Agumon wanting to approach but being hesitant, and gently stroked its head, saying, “Agumon, from now on, you’ll take care of it, okay?”
Agumon was stunned for a moment, then nodded vigorously, eyes shining.
…
Whether human or beast, one can only stand tall in spirit after finding the meaning of moving forward.
…
The tiny Night Bird hatched.
The tiny night bird became the greatest surprise of the Magical Animal Club that evening.
All the golems gathered around, gazing eagerly at this genuine “infant.”
The club members hurriedly took out the baby supplies they had bought in advance, washing some, feeding others, and adjusting the size of the sleep basket, laying soft and clean cotton quilts inside.
The姑获鸟 (Night Bird) is actually a very resilient species; they don’t need the protection of their mother to survive in the harsh natural world.
Within just a few days, they can grow to have teeth and claws, with a diet consisting mainly of tree bark, roots, insects, and other easily obtainable foods.
In a week, their wings will develop, and they will learn to fly with a strong gust of wind.
Even if the mother abandons them after giving birth, they still have a certain survival rate.
However, this has led to a continuous decrease in the number of night birds, ultimately relying on artificial breeding by wizards to prevent extinction.
In terms of ecological inheritance, this is actually a “reckless” species.
Unfortunately, this is what makes them magical creatures.
Being irrational is also part of what makes them “magical.”
…
After more than half an hour, the seemingly energetic tiny night bird fell asleep after eating its fill. Agumon stood by the cradle, watching the chubby little creature, and his heart was deeply moved by its cuteness.
Dark’s original intention to personally take care of the tiny night bird was abandoned after seeing this scene.
Leaving the tiny night bird in Agumon’s care seemed like a better option.
He left the room and instructed the most reliable lion beast among the golems staying in the club dormitory to watch over the night bird and Agumon.
Then, the wrestler eagle suddenly puffed up its chest and said everything would be taken care of.
“How reliable,” Dark praised.
It seemed that the wrestler eagle also loved the tiny night bird, which was also a bird.
This made him feel even more at ease.
“It’s already ten o’clock.”
Dark patted Diana and Rose, who were still reluctant to leave, reminding them it was time to go back.
Then everyone dispersed.
Returning to his dorm, Dark began to concentrate on preparing the second “spell cage” formation.
Due to the strong competitiveness among the clubs in the academy, they were not actually harmonious.
The student union ranked the clubs based on their strength, which was a different evaluation system from the semester review, relying on the overall strength of the club.
The higher-ranked clubs would receive more monthly club funds.
The top three clubs could also obtain additional rare resources.
However, newly established small clubs generally did not participate in fierce competition; although the monthly club funds they received were minimal, they were still something.
High-ranking clubs generally did not lower themselves to challenge low-ranking clubs, as not only would it cause the club to lose face, but they would also pay a heavy price if they failed unexpectedly.
Such fools were not many.
As for low-ranking clubs challenging high-ranking ones, they first needed a “spell cage!”
…
Of course, Dark Demon’s preparation of the “spell cage” did not consider this aspect.
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On Wednesday morning, the first class was “Mana Language.”
Professor Heldred Bode arrived three minutes earlier than usual.
When he appeared, the classroom instantly fell silent, an effect even better than Professor Shylph’s “silence” deterrent.
He first collected last week’s homework, then said, “From this week onward, my assignments must be completed before Friday night. The class leaders from each year and college will collect them and deliver them to my office by six o’clock. Four class leaders, stand up!”
The four class leaders called out stood up under pressure.
Only then did the students gain a comprehensive understanding of the class leaders from each college in the second year.
The class leader of the Noble Academy was Dulong Teddy.
The class leader of the Knight Academy was Justin Wayne.
The class leader of the Mana Academy was Heidi Euphemia.
The class leader of the Fool’s Academy was Vanessa Bolt.
…
When these four class leaders stood up one after another, most students’ gazes involuntarily focused on the class leader of the Fool’s Academy.
Students from the Fool’s Academy were never particularly outstanding, rarely leaving a deep impression on anyone.
Vanessa Bolt was no exception.
She looked very ordinary, with common brown hair, eyes of the same color, and facial features that were neither exceptionally delicate nor plain but rather gentle and pleasant to look at. Her skin was somewhat unhealthy and yellowish, and her height was average for her age group.
Her final grades last semester were slightly above average, and she passed the recruitment assessment for the Dueling Club last week.
Students from the Noble Academy, Knight Academy, and Mana Academy probably couldn’t understand why such an unremarkable person could become a class leader.
However, students from the Fool’s Academy seemed to have no objections.
Dark curiously glanced at Vanessa a few times, memorizing the class leader of the Fool’s Academy, then withdrew his gaze.
Staring at someone continuously is not polite.
In any case, being selected as a class leader by the student union always means having some exceptional qualities.
Miss Vanessa Bolt might become a formidable rival to the Noble Academy in two years.
…
After familiarizing the students with their respective college class leaders, Professor Bode continued his lecture.
The atmosphere in the Mana Language class became serious, with no more unnecessary sounds in the classroom.
…
In the next duel class, Professor Pavar Jones continued to lead the second-year students in physical training in Dueling Arena 1 and inspected the results of their exercises over the past week.
Students who improved received praise, while those who did not improve were mostly criticized.
Professor Pavar Jones gradually became stricter.
Her strictness also made the students re-recognize the dangers of dungeon adventures.
Many believed that with the “Dungeon Escape Device,” they could be worry-free, but that wasn’t true.
The intricacies of the dungeon were something even the professors couldn’t thoroughly comprehend.
The deeper they went, the more complex it became.
The monsters in the upper levels of the dungeon refreshed every week, including changes in terrain.
But in the middle and lower levels, the frequency of refreshment gradually decreased and lost its regularity.
Moreover, although it was called “middle and lower levels,” in fact, this so-called “middle and lower levels” was only considered as such in the academy’s understanding.
Because the underground city of Saint Maryann Academy had no “bottom”!
In ancient times, people once named it “infinite.”
…
At the end of the duel class, Professor Pavar Jones assigned this week’s homework.
Last Friday,
The students who successfully passed through the core smoothly must apply for their debut battle at the Dueling Club this Friday.
That would be the Novice Tournament on Saturday morning.
After the competition ends, the participating students need to write a short paper analyzing the match.
Those who have already debuted or do not qualify to participate must also watch the match and select one or multiple contestants to write an analysis paper centered around them.
This assignment, which was announced at the beginning of last semester, will last for three weeks along with the three consecutive recruitment weeks of the Dueling Club.
If they fail to pass the recruitment assessment within these three weeks, they will have to wait until the beginning of next semester to compete with the outstanding first-year students.
This is an unbearable disgrace for any second-year student!
However, every year, there are always students falling behind.
Dark had worried about whether Rose could pass last semester, but now he realizes he was overthinking it.
This Saturday’s debut battle might very well be Rose’s personal showcase!
…
After the Duel Class ended, Dark promptly finished his lunch and headed straight to the library, catching Pandora, the senior, just as she arrived for her shift.
As his knowledge grew, he encountered more questions during his research on “Spell Cages.”
Pandora had guided him in creating his first “Spell Cage,” so when he encountered a problem he couldn’t solve, he naturally turned to her.
“So you wouldn’t come to me unless you had a reason?” Pandora propped her chin up and raised an eyebrow.
“Where? I always greet you whenever I come to the library, don’t I?”
Dark averted his gaze, feeling slightly guilty.
“Can that be considered a reason?”
Pandora put down her registration form, opened the side door of the counter, and let him in, then curiously asked, “Are you preparing for the club challenge?”
Dark’s lips curled slightly, hinting subtly, “Not exactly. It’s just that the familiar I summoned this time has traits similar to those of the Imp Beast.”
Pandora immediately understood, and with a hint of envy, she said, “If our Mana Academy wants to defend its championship in this year’s Academy Cup, we’ll have to get through you.”
Dark shook his head modestly, “The main events of the Academy Cup are the Dungeon Battle and the Duel Battle. To gain an advantage in the Duel Battle, one needs to perform a class jump. But with seniors like you and Wynne in the fourth and fifth years, I have limited options.”
Pandora was immediately surprised, “I just mentioned it, and you’ve thought this through? It seems like the Noble Academy is determined to win this year’s Academy Cup.”
Dark replied, “I’m mainly not very knowledgeable about this matter!”
…
After spending the entire afternoon in the library, Dark finally made his way to the clubroom.
After a whole afternoon of exhaustion, he intended to rest a bit in the clubroom, but upon opening the door, he was greeted by a cacophony of noise.
The clubroom was in complete chaos!
A tiny Night Bird, less than 24 hours old, bounced around like a fat ball, while Agumon hurriedly chased after it, leaving feathers scattered all over the floor.
The Night Bird, which was already growing rapidly, seemed to grow even faster.
The other members of the clubroom, however, remained unfazed, sitting on the sofa doing their own things.
Their enthusiasm for magical creatures seemed to have been exhausted after the whole afternoon.
Dark carefully closed the door and quietly walked inside.
But during the Night Bird’s run, it suddenly turned its head, let out an excited chirp, and slid past Agumon’s arm, rolling towards Dark.
Dark’s mind raced, and within seconds, he chose to intercept instead of dodge. He bent down swiftly and caught the tiny Night Bird, holding it close.
The Night Bird immediately pressed against his face, giggling.
As he laughed, Dark noticed that the movements in his arms had significantly decreased. He lowered his head slightly and saw that the Night Bird had closed its eyes, breathing evenly.
It was clearly asleep.
…
“Dark…”
Agumon shuffled over with drooping arms, looking dejected.
Dark patted his head, then bent down and placed the Night Bird in Agumon’s hands.
Agumon’s expression brightened slightly, and he carefully held the Night Bird, then looked back up at Dark.
Dark nodded, and Agumon gently carried the tiny Night Bird into the room, placing it in the cradle.
He then leaned over the cradle, watching the Night Bird, who had fallen asleep from exhaustion after running around, gently rocking the cradle, his gaze soft.
The evening light filtered through the window, casting shadows in the room.
Dark stood at the door for a while, then stepped out, a look of contentment on his face.
…
His studies were busy, and he needed to consider many things, but having Agumon help take care of the magical creatures in the club was truly a relief.
Of course, even without Agumon, he believed the other Golems would step in to help.
Especially the Big Milk Jar, who would surely take good care of the tiny Night Bird.
After sitting down in the club president’s office, Dark continued his research on “Spell Cages.”
With Pandora’s guidance, his research on “Spell Cages” was almost complete, and he could try making one tomorrow.
However, before that, he still had an “Alchemy Class” to attend.
Professor Kazel’s “Alchemy Class” was a course that could attract students from all grades across the academy.
Dark even heard that some sixth-year students who were originally planning to apply for off-campus internships had paused their applications because of this class.
However, Professor Kazel refused the sixth-year students’ applications and only accepted thirty students from the second to fifth years.
Perhaps he felt that such elective courses should not interfere with the sixth-year students’ plans.
This showed that he did not think his “Alchemy Class” was particularly special.
Yet, the students did not share that sentiment.
…
That night, the rain poured heavily.
Dark Demon, returning to his dormitory to sleep, was suddenly awakened by a clap of thunder.
Then a slight ripple appeared in his heart, and he opened his eyes and got up in the middle of the night.
The few Golems that had sneaked into his side had long since woken up, their glowing eyes directed toward the window.
Dark quickly got out of bed and took a few steps to reach the window, opening the balcony door. Sure enough, he saw a soaked-to-the-skin Wrestler Eagle tightly clinging to the balcony railing.
“Wrestler Eagle?”
Dark opened the railing and picked up the Wrestler Eagle.
The Wrestler Eagle immediately pointed towards the direction of the clubroom and started calling out.
Dark looked up at the brightly lit clubroom and frowned, then turned and entered the room to grab
Deck of Mana Cards.
Then, he stored the Wrestler Eagle within a mana card, while he took out the “Flight Spell,” casually grabbed a coat, and prepared to put it on his head.
But the Ditto suddenly climbed onto his body and instantly transformed into a raincoat.
He immediately activated the “Flight Spell” and charged out from the balcony, flying towards the Spiral Bell Tower.
…
The Feathered Serpent construct guarding the entrance of the tower almost instantly opened its snake eyes, illuminating the night sky with the light emanating from them.
…
Dark descended on the tenth floor corridor of the Spiral Bell Tower and without hesitation rushed into the clubroom.
But the wailing sound coming from inside the classroom made him stop.
Another bolt of thunder struck.
“Rumble!”
Dark relaxed, slowly approaching the room of the Night Bird.
On his way there, he summoned the Wrestler Eagle again.
The Wrestler Eagle instinctively shook its feathers, only to find that they were already dry.
Dark smiled slightly and pushed open the door.
The crying grew louder.
In the small room, filled with constructs, the Agumon looked helplessly at the Night Bird wailing in the cradle until Dark entered, then turned his head subconsciously and cried to his owner, “What do we do? What do we do?”
Dark took a deep breath, then squatted down to hug Agumon.
It was only now that he remembered that Agumon, whom he had entrusted with important tasks, was still just a baby.
“This is my fault.”
After consoling Agumon, Dark stood up and looked at the Night Bird in the cradle.
Even with Agumon’s efforts, the Night Bird, awakened and frightened by the thunder and rain, could not be calmed.
The constructs left in the clubroom, except for the Lion Beast and the Big Milk Jar, were all children in spirit.
With the failure of the Lion Beast’s “Beast King Demon Mask” and the Big Milk Jar’s “Feeding Attack,” the constructs were completely at a loss.
Worse, when the little Mana Spirit tried to invade the Night Bird’s dream but was caught by the Lion Beast, the Night Bird started shedding feathers!
Its feathers, which should have been those of a newborn bird, were black and white, very smooth. However, these beautiful feathers were falling off one by one.
As the Night Bird cried more intensely, the rate of feather loss increased.
The Wrestler Eagle, alarmed, rushed into the rain to seek the master’s help.
When Dark arrived, the Night Bird had already lost all its feathers.
In the cradle lay a featherless bird—no, it no longer resembled a bird at all.
The Night Bird, after losing its feathers, had transformed into a human.
…
Dark looked at the human infant in the cradle waving its chubby hands and wailing. First, he did not try to stop the crying but lifted the small blanket and peeked underneath.
“It is indeed a girl?”
“According to legend, the Night Bird might reproduce asexually.”
Dark lifted the small blanket and gently picked up the baby girl.
Oddly enough, once she was in his arms, she gradually stopped crying.
She did not need any effort from Dark; she tightly pressed against his chest and calmed down.
Dark freed one hand, and the Big Milk Jar immediately handed him a wet towel.
Using the wet towel, Dark carefully wiped away the tears and snot from the baby’s face.
“Don’t worry, the Night Bird has the ability to shed feathers and transform into a human woman. They can weave their fallen feathers into a cloak and return to their original form.”
“Furthermore, the Night Bird is a nocturnal creature.”
After explaining, Dark carefully observed the appearance of the Night Bird as a baby.
Seemingly inheriting the feather color, her skin was flawless and white, with black hair and dark eyes.
However, apart from that, the baby’s features felt very familiar to him.
After a while, he muttered, “Her eyebrows resemble Lily’s, and her ears are slightly pointed. Other features like eyes, nose, and mouth… they look more and more like Joie.”
“Busy—”
The Ditto slid off his body, reformed, and transformed back into the familiar image of Little Dak.
Dark looked up, choosing not to see.
But the Ditto suddenly shortened, transforming from a few years old into an infant, just like the current Night Bird!
The constructs kept looking back and forth between the Ditto and the Night Bird, their smiles concealing a hint of envy.
Despite Dark’s reluctance to admit it, the little Night Bird, having transformed into human form, did indeed look very much like him.
This similarity even surpassed that between Jon, Joie, and himself.
He couldn’t help but feel worried: “Considering the Night Bird’s growth rate, she will reach maturity in two or three years. At that time, if she transforms into a human…”
Thinking further, he found it terrifying. Dark Demon decided to stop thinking about it.
…
“The moon shines bright, the wind is still, leaves cover the window frame.
The night herons call, akin to the sound of strings.
The melody is soft, the tune melodious, the cradle sways gently.
Father’s baby, close your eyes…”
Humming the lullaby, he soothed the baby to sleep.
Only when the Night Bird’s breathing became steady did Dark carefully place her back in the cradle.
Suddenly, the feathers in the cradle moved on their own, flying back to her.
When the last feather adhered, the Night Bird had transformed back into a bird.
Its tiny wings hugged the edge of the blanket, sleeping soundly.
The constructs watching over it all sighed in relief.
Dark stayed in the room for another half hour, waiting until the thunder faded and only a light drizzle remained outside before putting on the raincoat transformed by the Ditto, activating the “Flight Spell,” and returning to the dormitory.
Almost simultaneously, the Feathered Serpent construct closed its eyes, and the light released from its eyes disappeared with the closing of its eyelids.
The night returned to peace.
…
Morning dew dripped from the castle’s eaves, falling to the ground after a long time, shattering into fragments of light.
As morning approached, the students’ murmurs of morning exercises gradually filled the inside and outside of the castle.
Saint Maryann Academy was still full of vitality today.
And the second-year magus student looked forward excitedly to his first elective class.
Dark特意 went to the clubroom and played with the early-awakening Night Bird baby for a while before he shouldered his shoulder bag and returned to the castle.
“Alchemy Class,” began.
