The Succubus of Star Torch Academy

Who is this child?

The Rover was suddenly taken aback, bewildered by the child in front of him.

The little girl was about seven or eight years old. Her fluffy, soft pink hair was parted in two and tied into playful pigtails. Stray hairs fell across her brow bone, and her hair was adorned with small gold pendants and light blue satin ribbon bows.

She had round, clear amber eyes with slightly upturned corners, which curved into crescent moons when she smiled. Her small face was exceptionally endearing.

For some reason, holding this child, he felt an unusual sense of peace.

The tranquility came suddenly, as if someone had gently patted his nerves, which had been taut for too long, as if saying, "Welcome home, have a good rest!"

"If in the future the world is at peace, the Lament is quelled, the Fractsidus is wiped out, and the Threnodian is no more, then raising such a daughter would be a life without regrets."

He thought to himself, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He tried to speak, but no sound came out.

This made him realize once again that he was merely possessing "someone" from an outsider's perspective, and had no autonomy whatsoever.

My mouth isn't my own, my hands aren't my own, and even my blinks have to follow the rhythm of my body's owner.

"Well, the power of this Threnodian is indeed quite special. It seems I resonated with someone in a chaotic, overlapping spacetime, which is why I had this experience."

He thought to himself, "Let nature take its course. There's nothing wrong with taking care of kids occasionally. Let me see what kind of adult this is."

Sure enough, the "owner of the body" spoke.

"Aemeath, why do you only think about playing all day? You'll be starting preschool after this holiday. Have you finished all the homework I assigned you?"

This person's voice was gentle and elegant, with a firm sense of strength that made people feel at ease, but when facing this little girl, there was a unique mix of doting and helplessness.

For some reason, the Rover felt the voice was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't quite place it.

"Ugh..."

Little Aemeath immediately became dejected, lowered her head, twisted her little hands together, her shoulders trembled, and her eyes were red as if she were wiping away tears.

But the Rover clearly saw that when she lowered her head, she glanced upwards, secretly observing the person in front of her. Seeing that the other person was unmoved, she immediately rubbed her eyes again and forced out a few tears.

"Adults who don't keep their promises are so annoying! They clearly said they'd come play with me... to play with the Snow Velvet Leopard Leopard."

"But you promised me you'd play fewer games starting today. Tell me, how many hours did you play today?" The body's owner remained unmoved, a hint of a smile in his voice.

Upon hearing this, the little girl blinked, clearly feeling guilty. Her eyes darted around, her lips trembled, and she burst into tears, trying to get away with it. Her sobs were even rhythmic, alternating between long and short cries, like something out of a theatrical performance.

"You beast! Are you even human?!"

The Rover mentally ranted, "She's just a child, so young, what's wrong with her being a little playful! But you, you don't keep your word, the child only said one thing, and you have ten more to say? I've never seen such a shameless adult!"

Whether or not it heard the Rover's heartfelt words, the body's owner sighed helplessly, "Alright, alright, I'll do as you say today, but you can't go back on your promise."

Upon hearing this, little Aemeath instantly went from tears to laughter. Her tears dried faster than a switch could be turned on, her face still wet with tears, but her smile stretched to her ears. This girl is quite the drama queen!

I like you the most!

How much do you like it?

"When I grow up, I want to marry you!"

In an instant, the Rover shuddered, and the body's owner seemed to have been electrocuted, hurriedly raising his hands in surrender. "Stop, stop, stop! Don't mention this again, understand?"

"Hehe... you're just scared!" Little Aemeath grinned mischievously, putting her hands behind her back and raising her chin slightly, as if she were pretending to be an adult, but she was even more adorable.

"I'm really scared, scared that one day you'll get stabbed on the street!" the body's owner said seriously.

"I'm so cute, who would hurt me?"

"Who knows..." With a casual wave of his hand, countless envelopes fell down.

There are light pink, cyan, and star-like colors, all decorated with flashy heart-shaped symbols. You can tell how ambiguous the contents are without even opening them.

At first glance, there were fifty or sixty envelopes piled up on the ground, forming a small mountain.

Did someone give it to you as a gift?

Aemeath put her hands on her hips, glanced at him sideways, and spoke in a sarcastic tone, her voice rising at the end like a cat with its fur standing on end.

"Um..."

"Love letter?"

"Tsk... I guess I'll have to."

"She's so charming, she's received so many confessions in just one semester..."

Aemeath pouted, her little face puffed up like a steamed bun, she crossed her arms over her chest, drew circles on the ground with her toes, and her voice grew softer and softer until it almost turned into a hum.

"To correct you, it's not a semester, it's a week."

"What?! Is there no justice in this world?! You're such a playboy!"

The little girl got angry, clenched her little fists, turned her back, and swung her braids so hard they almost hit the person in the face.

"That's outrageous! At this rate, how many girls will you break their hearts!"

"To correct you further, it wasn't just women who wrote to me."

Upon hearing this, Aemeath shuddered and mechanically turned her head, her neck twisting like a rusty gear, her face filled with disbelief.

"Old Deng, you must be joking. Nobody has that kind of charm!"

"You're just scared!"

"Who isn't afraid of that!"

The little girl, refusing to believe it, picked up a silver-white love letter with the name "Playing with Cats" written on the cover.

Without hesitation, she tore open the seal.

Let me see what kind of love words are written on this!

With just a glance, Aemeath froze instantly, her face turning deathly pale.

It was clearly written on it--

Senior, senior, senior...

I love you so much!! I love you!