Even the Demon King is worrying about another world today.

Looking up, I saw that the clouds, which had appeared out of nowhere, had completely covered the bright midday sun.

Suddenly, everything went dark, and Mika was puzzled. It was just that the light was blocked, yet he felt as if he were in complete darkness.

"Master, Master..."

"Kuro, it looks like it's going to snow heavily. How about we continue tomorrow?"

Mikayi looked at Kuro, who froze on the spot, staring at Mikayi in horror.

"What's wrong...?"

Mika's pupils contracted upon seeing his surroundings.

The thick snow under Mikayi's feet had been cleared away, revealing the weeds beneath.

Those weren't lush green grass shoots, but rather—cursed darkness.

Centered on the soles of the feet, darkness spread out in a spiderweb pattern. Wherever the darkness passed, flowers, grass, and trees withered, decayed, and died.

From a distance, it appears as a charred, circular patch, standing out starkly against the backdrop of pure white snow.

...It seems that too much magic power was gathered and was not used up in a magic circle. When it dissipated, the intense dark element affected the environment.

That was too careless... Let's skip the chanting and all that...

It seems that even beings not from this world will be amplified by the chanting rules.

Clearing his throat, Mikayi was thinking of an excuse to save face.

"Master... what's going on...? The magic failed to activate?"

"Eh?"

Kuro hadn't recovered from the shock when she crouched down and grabbed two dry blades of grass. The charred grass immediately crumbled and disintegrated upon contact with the air.

"Hmm, hmm... that's right, Kuro. You need to be more careful when using black magic in the future, and never be careless." Mikayi began lecturing her disciple, "But now..."

The snow was falling heavier and heavier overhead, and at this rate, it would only be a short while before it covered this black soil.

Kuro's head was covered in snowflakes, making the auricles of his cat ears look as if they had been dyed white.

"Shall we go back first?"

Kuro's thin and frail appearance suggests he might be buried by the heavy snow at any moment.

Dark magic can be learned at any time, but if Kuro faints twice more, Mikayi will truly be penniless.

"No way!" Kuro hugged her cane, looking furious. "What's a little snow? When I was in the slums, even in heavy snow, we just walked around in the streets!"

Kuro's little nose was red from the cold. Mikayi saw this and chuckled, "Don't complain about being tired later."

"I am your great Lord... Ouch, that hurts!!"

"What's great?"

"My great little apprentice! Is that enough for you now?!"

This was the second time Kuro had been beaten up today, and his watery eyes were full of resentment.

Mikayi went behind Kuro, grabbed Kuro's hand, and guided Kuro to raise the short staff.

When held correctly, the black crystal embedded in the magic wand is illuminated.

"Focus your attention on the staff."

Kuro's back was pressed tightly against Mikayi's chest, the devil's low voice carrying a deadly allure. Kuro's heartbeat grew louder, making it difficult to concentrate.

"I won't recite the chanting... can you memorize it?"

Mikayi's voice floated lightly behind Kuro, and Kuro nodded.

She had long since memorized the words of those chants. After all, her mother, who was also a member of the Black Cat Clan, had used the chants as lullabies to help Kuro fall asleep every night since she was very young.

Mikayi followed the instructions Kuro had given him from his memory. This reminded him of when he first arrived on the continent of Garan, as an Earthling, he knew nothing about magic, let alone how to cast it.

When Mikayi first held the staff like this, it was a blonde girl who taught him step by step.

"Master, what kind of dark magic will you teach me...?"

Kuro held the same position for a long time, and his arm started to ache. He looked up at the man who was a whole head taller than him.

The cat ears rubbed against his cheek, making him feel ticklish and tingly. Meanwhile, Mikayi was in a dilemma.

Although he also wanted to be a reliable teacher, but...

Basic black magic... Mikayi has basically never used it in his life, and the only thing he can think of is...

Weird.

"Kuro, I see you have extraordinary talent. Why don't you skip the beginner level and start learning directly from the intermediate level?"

"Shouldn't we start from the beginner level and proceed step by step..." Kuro asked, puzzled.

"Don't forget, your master is a demon! Having a demon teach you dark magic means you can start with the more difficult stuff without any problem!"

Mikayi was spouting nonsense with a straight face.

Kuro listened with great interest. He nodded slightly, which was taken as tacit agreement.

Although he had never used any basic magic, Mikayi could still manage one or two intermediate spells.

Fortunately, the black cat has an exceptionally strong affinity for dark elements, so learning magic beyond its class isn't too difficult for it.

After an afternoon of training, Kuro had gained a basic understanding of the "Dark Magic: Death Ray".

The black beam of light that shot out from Clow's magic wand, though straight and visually striking, had little offensive power.

Nevertheless, for a beginner in black magic, being able to cast black magic in just one day is already considered genius.

061 The Unruly Black Cat

The days are extremely short in the cold winter; by evening, it's already pitch black overhead.

By this time, the snow had already submerged half of Mika's legs. For Kuro, the snow was so thick that it had reached her waist.

The spiderweb-like patch of scorched earth has been covered by the newly fallen snow.

The snow was blasted with holes by black beams of varying lengths. The girl held a short staff, and streaks of pitch-black light shot out from the crystal within the staff.

The girl's dark cat tail hung down naturally, resting on the thick snow.

Compared to the busy catgirl, the leisurely man beside her seemed quite content.

Mikayi lay on his side on the rock, facing Kuro, yawning frequently.

Last night was the first time he had slept in tens of thousands of years, and this sleep seemed to awaken his sleep patterns from when he was still human long ago. Mikayi was now as tired as an iron ox.

"Is it about time to go back, Kuro?"

Kuro had also reached his limit on the number of uses, so he retrieved his short staff and slung it over his back. Kuro walked over to Mikayi, flipped onto a rock, and unceremoniously plopped down on his lower abdomen.

"Pfft... Are you trying to sit on me and kill me?!"

The unsuspecting Mikayi was nearly vomited blood from being hit by that butt.

"The rock is too hard, sitting on Master's back is just right." Kuro said, opening his bag and taking out breadsticks to eat.

"You really don't hold back!!"

Mikayi began to seriously doubt his demonic existence. Why did he keep getting the feeling that these women just loved using him as a bench? Fallen angels and succubi aside, now there was an orc too!

Despite complaining, Mikayi obediently waited for Kuro to finish his dinner before getting off the rock.

After Kuro had rested enough, the two left the snowy area.

Under the hotel landlady's strange gaze, she asked again, "Are you sure you want a twin room?"

"determine."

"uncertain!"

Kuro shouted even louder, drowning out Mikai's voice: "I want a king-size bed! You jerk, it's not like it's your first time sleeping with someone, what are you so nervous about...@#￥%"

Kuro's mouth was covered by a cold hand, and Mikayi said to the landlady expressionlessly, "One twin room, thank you."

After taking the keys and going upstairs, Kuro followed behind, looking displeased.

Mikayi was also helpless. He had originally wanted to book two rooms, but after looking at the pitiful amount of money in his pocket, he had no choice but to book one room in order to avoid sleeping on the streets for the next two days.

After Mikayi lit the fire in the fireplace, he gave Kuro the bed that was closest to the fireplace.

Kuro sat on his bed, his cat tail swaying back and forth, as if he were waving at Mikaela.

"Hmph, it gets really cold at night. You're sleeping on the edge of the room, so don't come to me in the middle of the night looking all pitiful and saying things like, 'Lord Kuro~ It's so cold~ Can I sleep with you?'"

Mikayi ignored her, threw off the covers on his bed, and plopped down on the mattress.

"I understand, I understand. If we rent a room, all you men will be curious and have desires about a beautiful girl like me. You'll definitely peek at my sleeping face in the middle of the night. We're all teenagers, I understand, I understand."

Mikayi remained buried under the covers, ignoring her.

In this situation, the more you talk, the more you'll end up saying things. It's better to pretend you didn't hear anything and go to sleep early.

During the day, when he was teaching her dark magic, he called her "master" all the time, but once he was no longer in a learning state, he started to act recklessly again.

Women are so fickle.

With that thought in mind, Mikayi covered his ears with the blankets and drifted off to sleep.

【【【

"Wind Warrior, Mikayi, your investiture ceremony will now take place."

In the magnificent hall, a gentle breeze fluttered the red flags, and the golden sun shone down from above.

Mikayi knelt on one knee and bowed to the emperor on the throne.

His pristine white robe trailed on the ground, its edges adorned with pale blue lines. Countless badges of honor adorned his chest.

"Duke Mikael, congratulations!"

A young girl stood beside the throne; her long, golden hair was dazzling in the sunlight.

A gentle smile graced Mika's face; her flawless skin was free of any blemish. Her kind eyes curved slightly, their black...

Her pupils were like a clean black pearl.

The solemn and dignified hall was quiet and still, with a gentle breeze carrying beauty and anticipation.