'Is she in love with me?' He answered her with a grin with that in mind "Ofcourse, I haven't forgotten about the mission you've assigned me. I've entered the Hexad School as a student and been waiting for the right moment."
Damn, how could it be easy to steal something from the principal? He was not even able to meet the Cult Master despite being on the same island!
Monica smiled. "Hope I can hear some good news from you soon."
Darryl thoughtfully nodded before showing a bitter face. "Cult Mistress, this is not an easy mission. Do you know how many times I've sneaked into the principal's office with no results? The last I did so, I was found out by the security guard and almost got beaten to death! I still have those wounds on me."
'I'm so smart to come up with this. She'll definitely fall for it.'
As expected, Monica's face was flushed with panic and concern as she instinctively walked toward him. "You're hurt? Where? Let me have a look."
Monica did not understand why she was so concerned about Darryl.
As Monica got closer to him, the floral scent grew stronger along with his courage. He hugged her in his arms and flirted. "Cult Mistress, I'm not hurt. It's just that I haven't seen you for such a long time and missed you."
At that moment, Darryl was certain Monica liked him, hence she would not be angry at him. Monica softly cried out with her delicate face which was overwhelmed from embarrassment. She wanted to fight back, but Darryl's alluringly attractive and manly scent made her weak in the knees.
"Darryl, you..." Monica was embarrassed and angry, but could not lash out at him.
Darryl did not let go of her as he suddenly leaned forward and kissed her.
As the Cult Mistress, no other man had the courage to treat her this way. After what happened with Darryl the other night, she had dearly missed him. She now fell in love again from his kiss.
Suddenly, laughter came from outside.
"Haha! Darling, oh darling!"
Oh no! The Cult Master was coming!
Monica trembled at the resonance of his voice as she hastily fixed her hair and pushed Darryl away. She said in a low voice "The Cult Master is coming, you..."
Huh?
The Cult Master!?
Darryl was caught off guard.
Damn it! Why now? Monica and Darryl being in the same room at night during this hour. If the Cult Master saw them, how would he react?
What now?
Darryl broke out in cold sweat with panic and wished he could just vanish in thin air.
Monica regained her calm shortly after fixing her clothes and pointed at the bottom of her bed. "Quick!"
Darryl understood right away and hid under her bed without hesitation.
Darryl let out a soft relief upon settling under her bed. No wonder she was the Cult Mistress. She acted so calmly even during a crisis.
The Cult Master had in the meantime entered the room. Despite his hair turned white from old age, he was still quite a handsome man with a tall and strong physique.
Monica still smiled at the sight of him although internally she was struggling with channeling every effort to hid her unease and panicky feelings. "Cult Master, what brings you here at this hour?"
Normally, he was either cultivating or resting at this hour. What was he doing here tonight?
