The villainous young master just wants to live a Buddhist-like life.

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　He observed the increased greed in him, a thirst for knowledge he had cultivated over the past six months.

　I felt a slight sense of joy.

　In this process of reviewing the old and learning the new, he found that his understanding of the "Zoo" alchemy had taken a big step forward.

　"Perhaps before the end of this semester, I will be able to learn how to create the [Zoo] on my own!"

　The fruits of hard work are always sweeter than those that are simply taken.

　After a slight sigh, Dak looked up at the wall clock and realized that the time had already crossed from the 13th to the 14th.

　So, as planned, he picked up three of the five chocolate-filled liqueurs from the table, intending to place them on the three women late at night.

　In front of the child's door.

　This was both an imitation of Diana and Eudora, and also to avoid the awkwardness of giving chocolates back in the classroom.

　After all, his return gift was just a "return gift" and didn't have much other meaning.

　But as he picked up the chocolate and cracked the door open, he suddenly noticed a voice in the hallway late at night saying, "No way."

　Peeking out surreptitiously, Dark discovered that quite a few others shared the same idea.

　"Never mind, let's wait until daytime."

　Am I the kind of person who sneaks around?

　"of course not!

　Dark straightened his collar, preparing to change into pajamas, and glared at the peeping magical elves.

　Only after the magical spirits retreated back into their blankets did he wash up, get into bed, and fall asleep fully clothed.

　Three o'clock in the morning.

　Dark cautiously opened his eyes, carefully pulled his arm out from under Sylveon's belly, and slipped out...

　The bed.

　He certainly wasn't trying to deliver those three chocolate-covered liqueurs to the three girls' doors again.

　Rather, it was to deliver the ten portions of milk belonging to the magical spirits.

　Chocolate was secretly placed on their bedside table.

　Chocolates as a thank you gift for White Day should have been a pleasant surprise.

　But he made the chocolate with the magical elves, which meant he stole the surprise.

　I secretly placed chocolates by their bedside at three in the morning, just to make up for it a little.

　I simply hope that they will feel more joy when they wake up.

　After finishing all these things, Dak finally went back to bed.

　Even after leaving the warm bed for a short while, the warmth hadn't faded.

　Dak burrowed inside and sighed, “This White Day is just like Christmas. The morning of March 14th isn’t much different.”

　The sun rises as usual, and the spring breeze remains chilly.

　When you crawl out of bed, the cold air that rushes in makes you want to stay in bed even more.

　After Dark woke up, he blinked and suddenly noticed that Sylveon and Gatos were no longer there.

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　He sat up with a puzzled look in his eyes and turned to look at the row of small beds against the wall.

　On the bed belonging to Sylveon and Gatomon, the blankets were bulging, and the two magical Pokémon had somehow crawled back inside.

　When Dark made a sound as he got up, the magical spirits gradually opened their eyes as well.

　Those hazy, sleepy eyes, those soft whimpers like someone just waking up, and the rhythmic sound of blankets being pulled back.

　Then, within seconds, each of the magical sprites exclaimed with delight upon seeing the chocolate by the bedside.

　A cry!

　Suddenly, there were meows, mooings, busy sounds, and smacking sounds.

　The entire bedroom was then filled with that chaotic, unified sound.

　Dark-faced, staring blankly at the poorly acted scene.

　Then he got out of bed, washed up, changed his clothes, packed his books, clipped his cardholder, took the chocolate, and went out the door.

　It was unusual for him not to eat breakfast in his dorm room.

　The Meow Meow and Leomon, whom he overlooked, were squatting in the Magic Cards, gazing at the sky.

　"Click."

　The moment the door lock clicked, the dormitory fell silent.

　It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

　The magical elves looked at each other, their eyes filled with confusion and worry.

　After a long pause, Digimon muttered, "Did we mess this up?"

　Outside.

　After leaving the house, Dak didn't go far. Instead, he stopped at the door and touched the corner of his eye.

　My fingertips are a little damp.

　It must have been dried before leaving the house.

　The corners of her eyes were a little red.

　It must have been cooked at 3 a.m.

　"Yao Mi—"

　Dark slapped the little dream monster that had half its head poking out from inside the door back in, and strode towards the stairs.

　It's a rare opportunity to go to the cafeteria in the morning, so how can I not indulge in a little binge eating?

　The halfling chefs were all surprised to see him.

　He greeted the chefs, then went to the window and ordered a steak, a fried egg, two slices of bread, and a glass of milk.

　And two sausages.

　The slightly chubby halfling auntie handed him a plate full of food and gestured, "Wait a moment."

　With a hint of doubt, Dak lowered his raised foot back down.

　A moment later, the halfling aunt took out a copy of the "Great Sage's Daily," rolled it up, and placed it beside his plate.

　side.

　Dak was stunned for a moment, then quickly said, "Thank you, Auntie!"

　"Don't mention it," the halfling auntie said with a kind smile. "Happy Valentine's Day."

　Dak found a seat in a corner of the cafeteria, spread out the "Great Sage's Daily" on the side of the table, and began eating as usual.

　Watch it.

　This is actually against etiquette.

　But what does it matter?

　When more and more people do this, it will become a custom.

　As expected, the front page of this issue of the Great Sage Daily is dominated by White Youth Day.

　This seems to have sparked a craze for divination within the kingdom.

　Men and women, wanting to know in advance whether their confessions of love have been accepted, seek out fortune tellers to predict the outcome before the day.

　Speculators, drawn by the allure of money, donned black cloaks, picked up crystal balls, and transformed into fortune tellers, charging exorbitant fees and promising to make their clients happy.

　This kind of craze happens once a year.

　Every year on White Day, all the fortune tellers who suddenly appear disappear without a trace.

　But people still do it every year.

　This issue of the "Great Sage Daily" didn't contain any profound events; it was mostly just gossip and random tidbits.

　Interspersed with anecdotes and interesting stories about nobles and celebrities, they are sure to make you laugh.

　But when Dak was halfway through his steak, he suddenly noticed an inconspicuous corner of the newspaper with an article that read...

　Fake news.

　"It is rumored that Prince Charles, in the name of his elder brother, is actively arranging a marriage for Princess Elizabeth."

　Dak almost choked on the milk he was drinking.

　It sprayed out.

　"Charles is right, but this is actually a brilliant idea to break the deadlock!"

　Do you think so too?

　A rich aroma suddenly wafted towards me.

　Dach turned his head slightly and saw Professor Mitis Bartholomew, always dressed in her coat, holding a tray of food beside him.

　Sit down in the empty seat.

　Dak had to gather up the newspapers to make room for her.

　Good morning, professor.

　Row

　"Good morning."

Chapter 368 Darkdemon Revisits the Old to Learn the New (4k)

　There are only 10 days left until White Day.

　During the day, Dak had already noticed that the students in the class were becoming slightly restless.

　Especially those who give chocolates on Valentine's Day are hoping for a return gift.

　Even if the chocolates you give are just out of obligation, if you receive a return gift, it generally means that the other person doesn't dislike you.

　Meanwhile, people who have nothing to do with it are also gossiping quietly.

　The little mages never tire of discussing these kinds of emotional topics.

　However, White Day is actually a rather serious topic for those who received chocolates on Valentine's Day.

　Especially when you have a certain degree of goodwill towards the person giving the gift.

　That is the current situation with Dac.

　Moreover, his worries are five times that of a normal person.

　"Let's start with Professor Lily."

　The reply to Professor Lily was the easiest to write.

　After all, Professor Lily not only made no written statement, but even the chocolates were fake.

　Dak felt that he was already doing her a favor by returning the gift, out of consideration for their teacher-student relationship.

　After a moment's thought, he wrote on the card: "Drink less alcohol."

　But after writing that line, Dark suddenly realized that he had clearly sent liqueur-filled chocolates, but had written this kind of label instead.

　To put it in high-sounding terms is a bit too formal; since it's already written, let's leave it at that!

　In any case, Professor Lily is unlikely to give up drinking because of this.

　So Dark casually picked up the next card.

　It was a pink card, scattered with cherry blossoms.

　Dark had been hesitant about whether to return the gift to Eudora. However, the forging of the [Single Sword Sheath] was indeed thanks to her prophetic guidance.