After Instructor Aphon finished explaining the ntal cultivation technique to the Initiates, he ended the class.
’I wonder what I should buy at the cafeteria today.’
Just as Simon had this thought and got to his feet, he suddenly felt a frigidly cold glare shoot toward him.
He shivered slightly, then he looked at Sunless.
’Oh right. I forgot about her.’
"Don’t tell you forgot about ?" She said, making it seem like she could read his mind.
Simon’s lips twitched. "I’m not stopping you from following ."
Sunless scoffed. "Don’t think you can give that cold attitude today. You’ll treat warmly you hear ?"
"Warm...ly." She repeated.
Simon released a soft sigh while shaking his head.
"Let’s just go."
Sunless’ lips twitched behind the mask, but before she could say anything, Simon was already waking down the steps.
"Bastard." She cursed softly underneath her breath.
She then stood and followed after him, and their fellow first years had wide eyes seeing this.
"Yo. Yo. Yo. Are they actually a thing now? Are they dating?"
"Fuck no. They can’t be dating. How can the number one of our class date a slave?"
"Well...he is the king of our class after-"
Pa!
"Want to die? How dare you call him the king of our class? Don’t you have any sha?"
"What a fucking idiot."
"I can’t imagine those two dating. Many n fucking want her and she decides to go for a slave?"
"And his background is the worst of the worst. A fucking backwater tribe in the Wildlands."
"They must not be dating. If they are, a lot of our classmates would be displeased."
"I heard even so Second Years and so Third Years are interested in her."
"Hmm... I sure wish a Third Year can kill him. I hate him."
"Sa."
Conversations like these flew across the classroom, and Simon and Sunless beca the hot topic of their class.
anwhile, Simon himself was staring at his table which was filled with so much food that could feed a family.
’Demonic roasted pork. Multi-eyed fish. Eight-legged demonic crocodile, and like eight other foods.’
’What the hell?’
’Everything is approximately two hundred rits and that ans I have to pay approximately six hundred rits.’
’The hell?’
Simon shifted his gaze from the food on the table to Sunless who was sitting opposite him.
He could not see her face, but he had this gut feeling that there was a smirk on her face at the mont.
He knew that this was revenge for what he did to her, but he didn’t think she could do sothing like this.
’And I cannot feign being poor since everybody knows that I’m not so poor slave.’
’Sigh.’
’And she wants to do this three tis today. That’s a lot of wasted money.’
"Can you even finish the food?" He asked with a dark expression behind his mask.
Sunless ’looked’ at him, then she tilted her head.
"And what if I cannot? What are you going to do? Trick into protecting and fighting our seniors?"
Simon’s lips twitched.
"You shouldn’t waste food."
She imdiately snorted. "Like as if you care about sothing as pointless as that."
Simon released a deep sigh, then he shook his head.
"Even if I have so money now, you shouldn’t actually waste food. You don’t gain anything by doing this."
"See." He gestured at the demons watching them.
"They’re giving us strange gazes."
Sunless indifferently picked up a fork and pierced into the plate of demonic roasted pork.
"I still don’t think this is enough for not only endangering my life, but for also making to expose far more than I wanted to."
She raised her mask slightly, exposing her slightly red small lips, then she ate the portion of the pork.
"Until you buy all my als today, that’s when I’ll just be slightly satisfied."
Simon looked down and held the space between his brows while releasing a frustrated sigh.
"Fine. Whatever."
He decided to give up and just enjoy what he bought.
He began to eat the boiled eggs of a demonic falcon.
There was silence between them for a while, and after about three minutes, Sunless broke the silence.
"Hey. The agreent was for you to not give a cold attitude."
Simon looked at her with a raised a brow.
"How am I giving you a cold attitude?"
Sunless pointed her fork at him. "You’re not talking to ."
Simon imdiately scoffed and shook his head before looking back at his food.
"I have nothing to say to you, and don’t try to force this... friendship thing. It’s not going to work."
Sunless frowned behind her mask, and what she said next baffled Simon.
"Was it really your parents that nad you Blackmooon? Or you nad yourself Blackmoon?"
Simon paused as he was about to drink the blood of a demonic python. He lowered his spoon slightly and spoke.
"My parents."
He decided not to go into details by telling her that he had no father, or to be more specific, that he had never t his father.
Sunless tilted her head slightly. "Why have you not changed your na? It’s a terrible na. I don’t know what your parents were thinking giving you this na."
Simon’s lips twitched, and though he agreed with her since he had such thoughts in the past, he would not admit it to Sunless.
"I’m not changing it because it’s the na I was given. There’s no point in changing it. Let the whole world know as my birth na."
Of course Simon lied about majority of what he said.
He had actually thought about changing his na since there was nothing stopping him from changing his na, but then he thought about it and decided not to.
Why?
Because of his mother.
If his mother was still alive, he wanted a situation where his mother would hear of his na when he rose in power and influence.
There was a strange satisfaction he would feel if his mother began to hear the na of her son whom she betrayed for a pitiful sum of money.
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