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

　A pink figure suddenly pounced from the side.

　Dak stepped to the side, but then stopped and raised his hand.

　Sylveon successfully clung to him, rubbing its cheek against his.

　That soft touch is something you can never get tired of rubbing against.

　But Dark didn't continue to indulge in the pleasures of love. Instead, he reached out and pushed it away, saying expressionlessly, "Alright, stop pretending. You're not drunk."

　"Mi"

　Sylveon's expression froze instantly.

　Has the plan to pass off inferior goods as superior ones been exposed just like that?!

　In its panic, it closed its eyes, let its strength disappear, and pretended that it was too drunk to hear anything.

　But Dak pried open its eyelids and forced its eyes open.

　"Tell me, what happened?"

　He pointed to the drunken magical elves in the bedroom and said seriously.

　Sylveon was suddenly struck by a sudden realization and tried to gloss over the situation by calling out "Oomi Oomi" a few times.

　But at this moment, Gatomon on the cat tree slowly said, "It fed those few chocolates with alcohol on them."

　Sylveon's hair stood on end, and it whirled around: "Meow! (You thieving cat!)"

　Dilu had already buried himself in his books again.

　Dark's face darkened, and he immediately guessed what was going on.

　But his knowledge was still insufficient.

　In fact, after seeing what happened to Gatomon after it stole the chocolate liqueur that Dark had bitten, Sylveon decided to imitate it.

　But it was worried that if it got drunk, it would black out and do something bad that would offend Dark.

　So after careful consideration, it came up with a brilliant plan!

　That involves luring a few magical spirits to eat chocolates filled with liqueur. Once they're drunk, you can blend in and pretend to be drunk yourself!

　This way you can enjoy the treatment while fully awake.

　It also prevented accidents caused by drunkenness!

　Upon closer examination, this strategy is truly ingenious.

　If it hadn't never drunk alcohol before and hadn't been so convincing in its act, it would have really succeeded!

　Therefore, no matter what you do, you must be proficient in your work.

　Of course, Sylveon wouldn't reveal the whole plan.

　Now that things have been exposed, all we can do is try to get away with it by pretending to be innocent!

　"mum--"

　It immediately lay down on the ground, opened its innocent big eyes, and showed its belly to its owner.

Chapter 307 The King of Darkdemon Education (6k)

　Of course, Dak couldn't be fooled by it.

　He squinted at Sylveon and whispered, "Get up."

　"Meow—" Sylveon twisted its waist.

　Dark snorted coldly: "One flower."

　Sylveon: Midark: Two flowers.

　Sylveon: "Meow!"

　Its ears immediately perked up, and its ribbon-like antennae instinctively tensed.

　Anyone with a brain knows this can't be a reward; it can only be a punishment!

　Sylveon's little red flowers are always insufficient to cover its expenses. The portion she earns by working hard on her homework every day still has to be given to Miltank.

　Ticket money and savings are dwindling, and the city is already shrouded in the aura of poverty.

　Each time a little red flower is deducted, it strikes straight to the heart, a heart-wrenching pain of despair.

　But Dark's voice still rang out mercilessly: "Three flowers."

　Sylveon is still struggling internally.

　Dak: "Four flowers."

　Sylveon: "Meow!"

　It suddenly stood up, its eyes filled with panic, and its two antennae cautiously reached out and grabbed its owner's wrist.

　This is a plea for mercy—"

　"Ten flowers will be deducted in advance."

　Dark snorted, put down his backpack, turned around and said, "Come with me."

　"Meow! (Wasn't it supposed to be four flowers? How did it jump to ten?)"

　Sylveon's heart was shattered, and her expression was one of sorrow and despair.

　But to avoid a negative deduction, it had no choice but to lower its head and follow Dak out of dormitory 201.

　Once you leave the dormitory, you are out of the range of [Paradise].

　Sylveon could clearly feel that its body was not as flexible as before.

　Fortunately, the magical spirit has an innate grasp of basic power, and it adapted to it in no time.

　Ten minutes later, Sylveon was taken to the kitchen of St. Marian's dining hall.

　Dak stood behind it, arms crossed, his face serious.

　Sylveon squatted on the ground, its two paws clasped together, bowing repeatedly to the halfling chef, looking pitiful and pleading.

　Human-like.

　The halfling chef looked at the lifelike magical elf with a kind expression, and couldn't help but think of the one that hadn't come out this morning.

　The bat familiar that has appeared.

　She said kindly, "Alright, I'll go and get you a pot of special hangover remedy soup right away."

　Dark kicked Sylveon's bottom and urged, "Aren't you going to thank your auntie?"

　"Meow!" Sylveon nodded and bowed again.

　The halfling chef smiled and went to prepare the ingredients.

　After she left, Dark moved closer to the wall so as not to disturb the other halfling cooks.

　Sylveon cautiously scooted over, clung to his leg, and pressed her cheek against it.

　Sylveon, Vio!

　"If you make a mistake, you have to pay the price. Only by experiencing the pain can you learn a lesson."

　Dark's gaze turned slightly cold, ignoring Sylveon's attempt to curry favor.

　The halfling chefs passing by all looked on with curiosity at the pair. But most of them, after learning the truth, looked at Sylveon with forgiving eyes.

　Clearly, they are both prime examples of "spoiled children by overprotective mothers".

　Dac himself was a "failed product of excessive pampering," so he was very wary of this.

　Just like the behavior of Devimon after it evolved into Devimon, although it was understandable, it cannot be allowed to continue.

　Sylveon's subjective mistake requires further education.

　Although the magical spirits are all powerful, their minds are still young and not fully developed.

　As their owner, Dak's behavior will have a very significant impact on their mental development.

　The most obvious ones are actually Devimon and Gatomon.

　The little devil was originally a cunning, scheming, and lying inferior demon. But now he only occasionally makes a few boastful remarks and is as honest as a child.

　Oh, it was a child to begin with.

　Tailmon's arrogance and diligence are passed down through the lineage of Darkmon.

　Hopefully, Sylveon will learn from this experience.

　Next time, even if you want to pull something funny, don't be this stupid!

　A quarter of an hour later.

　Dak obtained a pot of special hangover remedy from the halfling chef.

　This stuff was used on Professor Lily, and it worked well.

　Furthermore, the magical elves weren't too drunk, so they should sober up soon.

　Dark, along with Sylveon, returned to the castle and gradually discovered that more and more students were gathering outside.

　The students glided across the frozen lake like swans, and people were building snowmen and having snowball fights all around the lake, having a great time.

　His mood gradually calmed down.

　He wasn't actually angry; he was just putting on an act.

　Back in the dorm, Dark entrusted the task of feeding Sylveon the hangover soup to her as well, then sat down at his desk and pulled out...

　I started reading the book slowly.

　This afternoon, he wanted to enjoy life as much as possible.

　About half an hour later, the magical spirits finally woke up one by one.

　The culprit, Sylveon, was cornered by them, and the shadow of revenge gradually crept over him.

　Seeing that Sylveon was about to stage a scene of "Sylveon Muzan," Dark couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Alright, everyone get ready. Around two o'clock, I'll take you out to see the snow."

　Upon hearing this, the magical elves instantly stopped, each one pricking up their ears to look at him, eager to confirm whether they had misheard.

　Dak then slowly repeated, "You can bring some snacks and milk, consider it a last winter trip, even though it's actually spring now. But remember to collect your trash when you return. We are responsible tourists, understand?"

　"Moo!"

　"Fuwoo!"

　"Wow!"

　The magical creatures surrounding Sylveon scattered instantly, each excitedly pulling out their little bags and frantically stuffing them with snacks.

　Of course, there are also some like Huhu that come with a small drawing board.

　That was prepared for it by Dak after he saw that it had a talent for painting.

　Meanwhile, Gatomon's cat ears twitched, and it began selecting picture books from its collection that were suitable for reading in the snow.

　It gradually developed a more artistic flair.

　The little devil beast quickly dug out his scarf and hat and put them on before even leaving the house.

　Although the other magical elves didn't have hats, they all followed suit and wrapped their scarves up properly.

　The problem is that the trash slime is so small that Ditto turned its scarf into a swaddle, and then...

　It was placed inside.

　Of course, the giant milk tank wouldn't forget to fill itself up with its "ultimate move: drinking milk".

　With Dak watching outside, it wanted to try to explore further.

　The first sea lion to be prepared has already started dancing, bobbing up and down with huge bubbles.

　In short, with all this commotion, time passed quickly.

　Dak stuffed notebooks, books, and a teacup into his backpack, then took off [Paradise] and put it into his card holder.

　Instead of returning all the magical spirits to their magic cards, he simply led them out in a grand procession.