"Now, we no longer need to actively limit others or Demons from Casting Spells. The weak humans, goblins, and Low-level Demons spend their entire lives striving but cannot reach the starting point of you students. Therefore, you should work even harder and not let down the expectations of countless Demons in Hell... We stand on their shoulders."

Vivian was dumbfounded.

Even a little dizzy.

Is this even possible?!

"Please sit down, Miss Vivian."

Professor Brand, who had just finished writing on the blackboard with his tentacles, looked at her again and smiled, indicating her to take a seat.

"Although I guess you've learned this knowledge through extracurricular means, I still hope you can pay a bit more attention during the lectures."

It has to be said that Professor Brand had high emotional intelligence, giving enough face to Miss Colin of the Colin Family while tactfully reminding her not to let her mind wander during class.

If it were adults, they would surely understand his kindness and correct their faults, yet he seemed to forget that he was dealing with a classroom full of spoiled brats.

Looking at the figure on the podium, Vivian couldn't help but think of that person again.

How would he educate her...

Holy Light, maybe?

Uh, it wouldn't come to that for such a trivial matter.

And using Saint Sis' Spell in class is too conspicuous, even the Demon King wouldn't be able to explain it away.

Magic Prohibition Collar?

No, that's too much as well.

It wouldn't come to that just because she was daydreaming...

"Miss Colin?"

"Ah... Sorry!"

Vivian, who had been lost in thought, blushed and hurriedly sat back down under Professor Brand's puzzled gaze.

The class continued.

Professor Brand didn't reproach her for any impropriety, just carried on with the key content of this Magic History lesson.

For the rest of the time, Vivian didn't let her mind wander again and attentively finished the entire lesson.

She seemed to understand the reason for her own paranoia.

It would be nice to have a chance to thank him...

But he probably wouldn't want to see her anymore.

...

The bell rang for the end of class, and a group of students left their seats one after another, elegantly heading to the cafeteria.

Unlike the Demon King Academy.

There are no Little Demons here; students in better conditions even have their meals delivered by servants, no need to fight anyone for food.

Usually, Vivian would also dine in her dormitory.

However, unfortunately, all her Blood Servants died last night, so until new servants are bought and trained, she has to make do in the cafeteria for a few days.

Sitting across from Vivian with her tray, the Dream Demon Heneviet with sheep horns on her head asked curiously,

"That's rare, why are you eating in the cafeteria?"

She had never seen this miss in the cafeteria before.

Ashamed to mention last night's incident, Vivian brushed it off.

"Something happened... and I'm also curious what the food in the cafeteria tastes like."

Didn't her brother always eat in the cafeteria?

With that in mind, she scooped up a spoonful of tomato beef into her mouth, chewed it carefully, then followed it with small pieces of torn bread and swallowed.

It doesn't seem too bad?

But surely the food in the Temple's cafeteria cannot compare to this.

It is said that the food in orphanage cafeterias is so hard like stones and the soup is so thin like pot-washing water, hardly seeing any meat in it.

Thinking of this, Vivian felt a pang in her heart, and even the delicacies in her mouth lost their flavor.

She seemed to see a skinny Nanfu scavenging in the garbage dump, so hungry that he got tricked away by a wicked Enchanting Demon with just a loaf of bread... Her grandfather said that the lower-class Enchanting Demons are that shameless, just like the lower-class Blood Race members who like to pester strangers everywhere.

Not knowing what her brother looked like as a child, she could only try to use her younger brother as a reference. And thinking this way, she suddenly felt even sorrier for her brother.

Unfortunately, Luo Yan wasn't here and didn't know what she was thinking, otherwise he would definitely have thrown his food in her face.

The orphans of the Colin Duchy might indeed not have it too good, but the Temple in Demon City is relatively prosperous, and it wouldn't come to rummaging through trash for food.

The Enchanting Demon is indeed a threat, but it's about on par with the Vampire threat.

As long as one doesn't wander into back alleys, doesn't believe strangers' sweet talk, and goes home to sleep when it's time to sleep... Demon City is quite safe.

This is, after all, right underneath the watchful eyes of Demon God Bayele.

If he was dissatisfied with the Temple's food, it would probably only be the absence of rice, but he's gotten used to that over the years.

Seeing Vivian looking downcast, Heneviet rested her chin in her hands and said with puzzlement,

"I thought you disliked sharing a blood bank with others?"

Inserting a straw into a carton of Blood of Minotaur, Vivian took a sip and her brows knit tight, then relaxed somewhat.

"Actually, it's not that bad."

"Really?" Heneviet looked at her skeptically, feeling something was up with her. After a moment, she continued, "You've been distracted since this morning, did something happen last night?"

Vivian stiffened, sweat beading on her forehead as her eyes shifted away.

"Sort of... But it's not a big deal, not worth mentioning."

However, what she didn't expect was that the more she evaded, the more her friend across became curious, asking with a mischievous smile,

"Does it have to do with you suddenly coming to the cafeteria today?"

"Enough... Don't ask anymore."

"Hmm?" Heneviet looked at the fidgety Vivian with a grin, her eyes darting left and right before she leaned in and whispered, "It couldn't be that you have a crush on someone—"

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