Iris was raising his hand to rub his temples, his silver-white pupils narrowed slightly, and complex emotions were revealed from the slightly closed gaps.

In the middle of the night, Kite withdrew the finger that had been placed on his temple, and the beautiful glass pupils looked straight at Ashimia. Then he lifted the quilt and leaned his slender legs against the edge of the bed. The metal part on the white belt is bright and dazzling in the sun.

Thankfully, even though he didn't have a top, he was still wearing pants! Otherwise, Arthumia would probably be the first to die of a nosebleed!

Kite's legs dangling on the edge of the bed fell slightly, and the white toes touched the ground, and then, the contact area became larger and larger.

He got out of bed and walked towards Archhumia with his feet up.

The sound of the soles of his feet touching the floor is unexpectedly cute, but this does not affect Iris's indifferent temperament in the slightest. At this moment, his expression was extremely complicated, and a cold air emanated from the inside out to wrap him tightly.

He has always been in the spotlight, and as a shining point, he has been used to being stared at for so many years, but this does not mean that he likes to be stared at for a moment, and it is when he just woke up and was disheveled.

Before, he also knew that she didn't wake up, but now, when he was awake, he was still staring at him...... Nosebleeds were also seen. This made Kite feel that he had been insulted, and he looked at Arshumia with more disgust in his eyes, and the good feeling he had brought from that smile disappeared in an instant.

"Huh...... That, Iris......" Ashumia trembled and pointed at Iris, the worry about her future and the burning sensation on her face made her unable to speak, "I'm just ......"

"Witch-sama." Iris still uses honorifics, and in Ashhumia's memory, Iris has been calling her that since they met. But there was a hint of anger in his tone, and he stared at Archimia with a look of intimidation, as if to reprimand his subordinates, "Don't you think you should be a little more restrained?" ”

Compared to Kite, Arshumia is simply a lamb to the slaughter.

She looked away with a weak heart, the flattering smile on her face could no longer be hung up, and the expression of shame gradually crept up her cheeks. The sticky feeling in her hands strongly stimulated Arshumi's heart, and she suddenly felt a strong sense of shame and unwillingness, "I'm sorry...... It's true that I'm wrong, but ......"

As soon as the kite stared at Archumia, the girl's gaze was full of moisture, and her little baby's fat face collapsed as a result, like a little squirrel that had only been angry, soft and pitiful.

He suddenly realized that his tone seemed to be too harsh, and the person in front of him was still the witch, in terms of status, the witch was completely above him, even if the witch wanted to do anything to him, it was completely allowed in the academy, and his dissatisfaction and harshness with the witch was already an arrogance.

There are strict rules about status in the academy, and the following offenses are absolutely not allowed. The academy system made him a little helpless, he stretched out his hand, his rounded fingertips slid into his hairline, his palm covered one eye, he took a deep breath, and his tone softened, "Sorry, I'm a little emotionally unstable......"

"Kite?" Arshumia looked at the suddenly transformed Great Demon King suspiciously, she sat obediently and waited for death, the Great Demon King actually apologized to her at such a time? This big demon king can't be dropped, right?

The girl's stunned appearance softened Kite's face, and the glass pupils rolled with unclear emotions. After a while, Kite bit her lip, took out a white handkerchief from her pants pocket, and reached out to hand it to Archumia, "It's better for the witch to wipe off the nosebleed first." ”