Intern Incubus Chapter 44: “My very own toy.”

Chapter 44: “My very own toy.”

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: Kiramekineko

 

Miquel’s body kept trembling.

After coming back down from the top, he gasped for air, his fingers clutching Evans’ shoulders, his eyes tightly closed, waiting for the “final deal”.

However, surprisingly, Evans’ left arm was around him, but his right hand did not move further down, but began to smooth his back, as if soothing a frightened beast.

“Well, the deal is over for today.” Evans exhaled against his ear.

Miquel lifted his face and looked at Evans with red eyes and a look of disbelief. “It’s… It’s over? So what’s the difference between this and last time…”

Realizing how strange his question was, Miquel silenced himself before he could finish.

But Evans, of course, understood.

He quickly moved forward before Miquel could stand up, rolled the tip of his tongue away from the tears in the corner of Miquel’s eyes, and replied with a smile, “What’s different from last time? Of course it’s different.”

Then he gave Miquel a quick kiss on the lips, saying, “This time, I got the ‘angel’s kiss’ I’ve always wanted, which is even sweeter and more unforgettable than the legendary one.”

Miquel’s face went red through and through, and then slowly turned white. He jumped out of the swivel chair, propped his hands on the table to avoid losing his footing, and his eyes grew angry. “You’re not going to say that you didn’t make it to the end, so you’re going to deny it again?”

Evans froze, then burst out laughing. “My dear angel! Why do you feel more anxious than me to finish the deal? I, of course, will give you all the information you want, since I have already got what I want today.”

After saying that, Evans also stood up. He first pushed Miquel’s hand away from him and, despite Miquel’s objections, helped the man fix his clothes—even the buttons were fastened to the top one, as Miquel was accustomed to do—and then took the flat glasses from the table and put them on the bridge of Miquel’s straight nose.

Then, he straightened his shirt, which was scratched and wrinkled, and sighed softly, “Angel, you were too hard just now.” He walked outside to the living room as if nothing had happened.

Miquel, who was red in the face, wanted to get angry but didn’t know how to do it, so he followed Evans hatefully into the living room.

On the coffee table in the living room, black tea had been prepared at some point.

Evans sat himself down on the leftmost single sofa and gave Miquel a “please sit” gesture, indicating that he could sit on the long sofa.

Oh, he doesn’t have to sit next to him this time? Miquel stopped his strange thoughts, tried to keep his face calm, and sat down as well.

Evans picked up his cup of tea, took a sip, and said in an extremely familiar tone, “Miquel, do you remember the first time we met?”

“What are you talking about?” Miquel frowned, staring Evans in the face, lest the man should suddenly play the fool again.

Evans did not explain, just smiled at Miquel with a “if you do not answer, I will not go on” attitude.

Miquel took a deep breath, resisted the urge to slap the table and said with some impatience, “It’s just that five years ago, I just arrived in Haicheng and wanted to see what the library in the earthly world was like, and I met you on the second floor in the ancient books section! You hid your aura so well that I didn’t even recognize your true face at first!”

Evans held his cheeks, his face showing a bit of fascination, as if he was recalling something interesting.

Miquel couldn’t help it, even if he was well-bred and patient. He heaved the cup of tea he had just picked up and asked, almost rudely, “What the hell are you trying to say?”

Evans sighed. “That encounter was wonderful—except that it was actually the second time I saw you.”

Miquel’s fingers tightened around the handle of her teacup and asked hesitantly, “The second time?”

Evans crossed his legs and replied, smilingly, “Mn. 20 years ago, I already met you. Only, this memory, I think, is also deliberately blurred.”

Miquel stared at Evans with suspicion in his eyes. “20 years ago? Impossible. At that time I was still in the heavenly realm, there is no way I could have met you.”

Evans spread his hands with a bit of aggravation. “Miquel, I’ve told you several times that I’ve never lied to you.”

He paused for a few seconds, stood up, sat down on the couch, and said softly, “One afternoon 20 years ago, at your Angel Academy, next to the Lake of Mirrors, you had not yet completed your evolution and were still in the form of a teenager. At that time, was there a man in a black cloak telling you, ‘Don’t cry, you’ve done well’?”

Miquel’s eyes rounded and her body involuntarily moved to the other side, stammering a bit. “Yes… Yes, there is such a person… But, how did you know?”

The conversation with that person was a secret Miquel had kept in his heart and had never mentioned to anyone else, not even Han Tian!

Evans gave a long “hmm” and said, “Shouldn’t you be more curious about what you were crying about than why I knew?”

At this question, Miquel’s face showed a confused expression. “I… I don’t remember…”

During the days of training at the Angel Academy, for some reason, the memory had been somewhat intermittent. Some important things, such as completing one’s evolution and Han Tian passing the test, were clearly remembered. However, the countless details of those days were covered with a white mist, making it difficult to see clearly.

Evans’ expression suddenly became serious.

He sat up straight, reached out and nodded at Miquel’s brow, saying, “Think about it, it’s time to think about it.”

Miquel sat frozen on the couch, his thoughts drifting back twenty years…

“Miquel? Miquel?” Han Tian, who still looked like a seven-year-old toddler, woke up Miquel, who was dozing off, with an excited look on his face as he held something.

Miquel rubbed his eyes and said dazedly, “Your Excellency?”

Miquel himself, at this moment, was also in the shape of a 7-year-old child.

He was “born” together with Han Tian as Han Tian’s “supervisor”.

Only, their “birth”, is their own short legs walking step by step out from the holy light.

Unlike humans and demons, perhaps because they have too many “heavy responsibilities”, angels already have the appearance and corresponding behavior of human children from the day they were born.

After this, the angels’ forms would temporarily stop changing until their abilities passed the first test; after passing, they would evolve from infant to juvenile form.

Finally, they undergo a “growth” process. After the growth period is completed, the angels will have the appearance of a human youth. At this time, they can go to the earthly realm and perform their duties.

“Look what a gift I received!” Han Tian excitedly handed something that he was holding in his hand to Miquel’s eyes.

It was an egg.

The egg was about the size of a hand, and the shell was as black as ink, but seemed to be sprinkled with gold powder. Under the lighting crystals, it glittered beautifully.

“Ah, what is this? So cute!” Miquel poked the egg with his still somewhat chubby little hand.

Strangely enough, as soon as Miquel poked the egg, it moved on its own and moved in Han Tian’s direction.

“Huh? Is it moving?!” Miquel exclaimed in amazement.

“Yes! It’s moving on its own! Look!” Han Tian, with his own equally chubby little hand, carefully placed the black egg in the center of the round table, while pressing his hand against the edge of the table and patting it gently.

THump, thummp— the little black egg rolled to Han Tian’s hand and circled around his finger.

“So much fun! I’ll do it too!” Miquel began to clap his hands too.

However, no matter how Miquel clapped, the little black egg did not move at all.

A little frustrated, Miquel reached out and picked up the egg and placed it about 10 cm away from him, clapping his hand rhythmically and calling out, “Little egg, little egg, come here.”

The little black egg swayed slightly in his direction, and then, with a bang, rolled straight back to Han Tian’s hand.

“Huh?” Now, the two little guys were both shocked.

Han Tian picked up the egg, placed it in the center of the table again, and clapped his hands together with Miquel—and sure enough, the little black egg spun around and rolled back toward him.

No matter how many times the two tried, the egg, on its own, would judge Han Tian’s position and move back to Han Tian’s side.

“Well, I declare, this little black egg is my exclusive toy!” Han Tian said with a smug face.

Miquel showed an unconvinced look, hummed twice, suddenly thought of something, and his small round face was covered with seriousness. “Your Excellency! We, we can’t have toys for that.”

Indeed, each of the junior students of Angel Academy lived the daily life of a practitioner: no entertainment, no toys, just reading and training day after day for an early breakthrough.

Han Tian tucked the little black egg into a hidden pocket on his belt and said wryly, “If you don’t tell, if I don’t tell, and if the person who gave me the gift doesn’t tell, who else knows?”

Miquel scratched his head, a little worried, and a little helpless. “Well, then. Don’t let the head teacher find out!”

Han Tian patted the dark pocket that bulged a little and said, “Don’t worry! I’ll take it with me everywhere I go, no one will find it!”

Han Tian was really true to his word.

When he took a bath, he took this little black egg with him. As soon as he threw the egg into the water, it would start to swim on its own with a clattering sound, swimming all the way to Han Tian’s arm, then rubbing it and stopping.

When he slept, he would put the little black egg next to his pillow. Every morning when he woke up, the little black egg was pressed against his face.

Even when he was in the library, whenever the head disciplinarian was not there, he would take the egg out and secretly put it on the thick pages of the book, so that it could read with him.

Miquel, who felt a little uncomfortable looking at it, questioned in a small voice, “Why did you put it on the book? Can it still recognize words?” 

“It can,” Han Tian said with a straight face.

As if to confirm Han Tian’s words, the little black egg actually shook itself, as if it was nodding its head.

“…” Miquel was speechless and could only bury his head in his book.

Soon, it was the day of the first “test”.

Han Tian and Miquel, of course, were tested on the same day; Miquel’s question was to try to stop the low-level demons from stirring by using pressure; Han Tian, on the other hand, had to summon a soul flame to bind the enemy in all directions.

Both of them had a very good test.

At the chief patriarch’s gesture, the two who passed the test were bathed in a holy white light.

Moments later, the two who emerged from the holy light again were already slender teenagers in form.

Han Tian and Miquel, in their teenage forms, met the approving gaze of the chief patriarch, pressed their hands to their chests, and bowed respectfully.

When they left the Hall of Destiny, Han Tian accelerated his pace and rushed to their dormitory.

Miquel chased after him and asked curiously, “What’s wrong? Why are you in such a hurry? There will be a ceremony later, won’t you wait for a while?”

Han Tian turned back, made a “shhh” gesture, and whispered, “I knew it was going to be a ‘breakthrough’ today, so I hid it under my pillow because I was worried that the holy light would affect the little black egg. I have to hurry back and put it away now, or else the head trainer will find it and it won’t be good.”

As soon as he heard that the little black egg might be discovered, Miquel was also anxious. The two teenagers almost half-ran and rushed back to the dormitory.

However, when Han Tian lifted the pillow, his smile froze on his face.

The sheets were empty, where was the little black egg?

No, it can’t be…

After the pillow, Han Tian uncovered the bed sheet, the sheet, and then his hand along the seams of the bed, feeling it inch by inch.

Miquel also panicked a little, and even though he knew it couldn’t be there, he started to check his bed little by little, then the bookshelf, the table, the closet… Every possible place.

Of course, there was nothing.

Just when Han Tian was about to cry, the door of the dormitory opened from outside.

Wearing a gray robe, with a face like ice and an age of several thousand years, the head disciplinarian stood at the door with a solemn air.

Two teenagers, one standing on a chair, still rummaging through the bookshelves, and one kneeling on the floor, were examining the carpet.

Seeing the head disciplinarian, both of them froze.

Han Tian’s face was even whiter.

The head instructor stared at Han Tian and spoke without emotion: “Han Tian, an intern student, is in possession of contraband. According to [Angel Academy Code] Article 1083, paragraph 3, and Article 1206, paragraph 4, the penalty is: confiscate the contraband and destroy it. Han Tian, go to the solitary confinement room immediately and practice alone for one month. Intern supervisor Miquel, who failed to supervise, copy [Angel Academy Code] ten times.”

Hearing the words “destroy”, Han Tian jumped up from the ground and shouted, “No, no, no! You can’t do this! The little black egg is alive! It has a name, it has a soul, it is alive! It’s not something that can be destroyed! You don’t understand!

He couldn’t go on yelling.

Because behind the chief disciplinarian, there came out two angels of discipline who were also dressed in gray. One of them was responsible for holding Han Tian’s arm, and the other covered Han Tian’s mouth.

Looking at Han Tian, whose eyes were red and his face full of tears, and Miquel, who kept pleading for mercy, the head disciplinarian lifted his right hand expressionlessly and nodded between the foreheads of the two teenagers.

One second later, Han Tian’s and Miquel’s eyes were both covered with a layer of fog.

After the fog cleared, Han Tian stopped struggling and screaming, and followed the angel of discipline in the direction of the confinement room.

Miquel, left alone in the dormitory, looked at the chaos and wondered, “Why did Han Tian contradict the head disciplinarian just now? Why didn’t I stop him? That’s weird! I must not have mastered the code well enough, but after I copied it by hand 10 times, I should be able to remember it all.”

So, starting from the next day, Miquel went to the Lake of Mirrors every day and copied it carefully, word by word, in the hut by the lake.

However, as he wrote, a pang of sadness would come over him, without knowing what he was sad about.

This day, as usual, he walked to the lake in between copying, looked at the completely still lake, and began to dwell.

Without realizing it, his tears fell again.

“Hmm? Why is there an angel crying in secret here?” He heard a very nice voice ask a question.

He wiped his eyes and turned around, only to see a man in a black cloak standing by the foggy lake.

The person’s face was completely hidden in the shadow of the cloak, and only a bunch of long silver hair flowed down from the slit of the cloak.

This is probably an angel of some high rank?

Miquel, who was modest and polite by nature, bowed and said honestly, “I seem to have done something wrong and caused my companion to be confined.”

“Oh? What did you do wrong?” The man in black asked.

Miquel frowned, his pretty face confused and bewildered. “I… I can’t remember. It seems like I knew my companion was secretly hiding something, but I neither reported it nor stopped him?”

Miquel lowered his head and his voice choked up again. “I must have been a very poor supervisor, not doing my duty.”

The man in black took a step forward, reached out and hooked Miquel’s chin, then wiped his tears with his fingertips.

Miquel, who had never been treated like this before, stiffened.

“In my opinion, you will worry about your companion until you cry, you will constantly reflect on it, you will silently remedy it, so you have done a good job,” the man said.

“Really?” Miquel’s eyes widened.

“Of course.” The man in black seemed to smile.

“Stop crying and get back to what you’re supposed to be doing. You’ll make a very good supervisor, a very good angel,” the man in black said encouragingly as he squeezed Miquel’s shoulder.

“And as for your partner, he… He too will be a perfect, true guardian angel who will guard everything.” The man in black withdrew his hand and sighed.

After saying that, this “high ranking angel”, once again walked back into the gray mist, his figure completely disappeared.