"I accept."
As soon as I heard the words, a smile appeared on my face. It wasn't the same fake smile my flaw always forced on me, this one was real.
Oh, goddamn, how much I adore myself.
I really have to admit it… I'm one glorious bastard.
I mean, come on, I just convinced the daughter of the Demon King, a future walking calamity, someone strong enough to challenge gods at her peak… to be my bodyguard in exchange for a few bars of chocolate.
"Good doing business with you then, Arza."
I extended the chocolate bar toward her. She took it immediately without any hesitation at all, her attention already locked on the sweet instead of me.
I didn't bother talking anymore.
My attention shifted to the figure floating lazily above the crowd, scanning us with bored eyes.
Azriel.
That bastard had been there for a while now, watching with that same fucking expression he always had.
I could guess the reason for silence… he was probably waiting for the rest of the students to arrive.
