Under the harsh sunlight, Remilia seemed completely exhausted, lying on the desk, drinking a cold beverage.
Flandre sat obediently on Ren's lap, recounting her day at school.
Who she made friends with, who was interesting, and what happened…
Ren suspected that Flandre remembered her social encounters more than what she learned academically today.
Of course, Ren didn't expect Flandre to learn anything specific. School was meant to mature her mind.
Through interaction with friends, she would learn more about the world. Just like now.
Incidentally, Flandre had now fully mastered her powers.
Not long after Remilia became the Fourth Primogenitor, Flandre had ascended to Primogenitor status too, thanks in part to Giada's vital essence.
Knowing this, Remilia and Giada's bond strengthened immediately.
This was normal; for Remilia, anyone helping her sister was a benefactor. Ren counted, so Remilia acknowledged him as her master privately.
Giada also counted because Remilia knew the cost of vital essence to a Primogenitor and the potential irreversible damage.
Without hesitation, Giada offered part of her essence. Although she trusted Ren to replenish it, Remilia still appreciated the favor.
With this essence, Flandre became the second Primogenitor.
Thus, Ren's first three tasks were complete.
The remaining one would take time, gradually turning the two into transcendents.
Fortunately, after mastering Gungnir and Lävatein, Remilia and Flandre reached Maou tier. With Ren's power, reaching transcendent status was only a matter of time.
"Are you okay, Remilia-nee? You look tired. Let me handle the cleaning for the next week."
Compared to Ren holding Ophis and Flandre like a winner, Kanon and Nagisa comforted the punished Remilia.
Cleaning was trivial for Remilia physically, but mentally taxing—being a Primogenitor subdued by a witch and forced to clean was grueling.
Also—
"Eh, Big Sister eating cake during class? So you're not a good girl! And more gluttonous than Flandre, pathetic."
Remilia thought she was used to Flandre's teasing, but she overestimated herself.
Now she lay exhausted, silently sipping her iced drink.
Seeing obedient, cute Kanon healed her somewhat.
"Choosing Kanon as my guardian was the right decision. She should be my guardian angel."
But is it really okay for an angel to guard a Primogenitor? And this feels like stealing from Lucemon; if he found out, he'd be furious.
"Hehe… Remilia's right. And you know, Kanon is considered the middle school saint at our school. Just hearing her voice makes people feel healed. Her popularity recently skyrocketed, and some say seeing her feels like seeing an angel…"
Hearing Remilia, Nagisa leaned closer, speaking rapidly, impressing Remilia with her lung capacity.
"Not as exaggerated as Nagisa says," Kanon blushed slightly, smiling gently.
Remilia patted Kanon's head. This journey brought her several delightful children.
Later, they would meet Patchouli and Sakuya.
"By the way, Remilia, Natsuki wants you to buy ingredients for the house alone today. Veldiana and Avrora's maid rights are in her hands. This is your punishment for eating cake in front of her."
Suddenly, Ren's phone buzzed. Checking the message, he smirked mischievously.
"Uwa… do I get to experience fear under a witch's control again?" Avrora wailed, lying on the desk.
Ren raised an eyebrow, glancing at Kanon and the others. "Are you really going to make them buy ingredients for you?"
"Do you have the right to say that when you're employing child labor?" Remilia snapped, glaring at Ren, who turned silent, realizing he had no grounds to argue.
Remilia snorted and headed toward the nearest large supermarket.
Seeing Remilia walk off, Kanon started to follow but Ren stopped her. "Let her go alone. She needs to learn she can't always act willfully."
Remilia was extremely capricious, no doubt about it. Ren even hoped she would learn self-restraint; otherwise, she'd always suffer losses.
Even if she was mature in some ways, Sakuya and Patchouli spoiled her in Gensokyo. That was evident now.
Ren and Natsuki didn't expect Remilia to listen properly, so even sneaking snacks in class wouldn't bother them—but eating cake openly? She was asking for trouble.
"What a petty witch."
Walking along, Remilia muttered, but stayed silent. Capricious as she was, she knew who was good and bad to her.
"Hmm?" Remilia's gaze landed to the side, noticing a flash of crimson light grasping it quickly with her hands. "This is… a curse?"
A mischievous smile appeared on her face. Something interesting was happening!