"Fine, hate me if you want. There are people everywhere who hate me; you're hardly one more."
As he spoke, he walked straight ahead, passing Grace Leon without a care.
Even he felt that his words were dripping with that cloying, fake-innocent tone.
Dark walked up to Spike Leon, narrowed his eyes, and said, "Put down your luggage, then come to my office."
He had originally wanted to say to come to the "Cafeteria," but that really would have been inappropriate. "Yes, Professor."
Spike Leon nodded, his tone brightening. Dark patted him on the shoulder and headed outside.
It was over.
There would be no trouble tonight. What a shame.
"Wait!"
"Huh?" Dark spun around sharply.
In that instant, Grace Leon felt a warning flare up in his heart and blurted out instinctively, "No, it's nothing."
Dark said, "Oh."
Trash Hero, I Can't Stand It
"The Lionheart King's twenty-second prince still lacks a bit of courage." Dark sat in his office, casually flipping through books he had left there in the past.
The arrival of War Totem Academy made him realize once again that September was about to end.
This month, aside from completing an entire set of Mathematics textbooks, his only personal achievement had been successfully developing "Bliss IV: Paradise."
After today—or rather, after dinner—he should have resumed research on his other projects. Unexpectedly, the arrival of the Orcs had delayed him.
To make things look more convincing, he had even skipped the Cafeteria and chosen to receive Spike in his office instead. By now, he was starving.
Thus, when Spike Leon finally put down his luggage and arrived at the office, Dark's first question was, "Have you eaten?"
Spike Leon was stunned for quite a while before shaking his head in confusion. Dark immediately smiled. "Then let's eat