The professor opened his mouth to go on, to continue questioning her until he was satisfied that she hadn’t resorted to deceitful and unsavory methods in order to bind the Demon Lord to her. Before he could get a word out he was interrupted by the subject of their conversation. Syn’s voice rang out in the empty hallway, almost amplified against the hollow passages. Like Mina, he wouldn’t argue with a Demon Lord, but his concern and his skepticism was still present on his features. For a moment after the demon kindly demanded to return her to the room, he stared at her, searching her slightly amused expression for reassurance. Finally, he sighed. “Inside with you . . . But no sleeping, Ms. Gregory.” He warned her, a threat she intended to ignore.<br/><br/>She ascended the steps inside the auditorium, taking a seat. The witch slouched down, getting comfortable for the boring lesson that was about to put her to sleep, no doubt. Rather than droning on about summoning and conjuring, Professor Blackwell questioned Syn. Mina lifted her sunglasses finally, letting them sit on her desk while he began to explain why it was that he chose her. Naturally she was curious herself. The night before, he told her it was because he found her amusing, but it was a bit too superficial to believe. A Demon Lord had many resources at his disposal. She imagined entertainment was not hard to come by. After all, even the succubi seemed willing to tend to him should his boredom ‘arise.’ When he tugged at the invisible string, glowing white at his command, she blinked. Upon severing the link to the warlock the succubus was tied to she cringed. Despite the fact that the warlock was likely going to hate her guts for breaking the chain he worked so hard to apply, she was satisfied with his response.<br/><br/>“One is enough,” Mina sighed, a pout in her voice. A succubus, a demon lord, and a shadow wolf. It was a great deal to take on. The succubus bowed and Mina smiled sheepishly. It was cruel to send her back to a charge she didn’t wish to protect. “No more guardians, though. I’m already on thin ice as it is.” She was about to put her head down when Syn’s voice entered her mind, instructing her not to sleep. It seemed that she wouldn’t be getting her extra hour of sleep after all.<br/><br/>Mina nodded off a few times during the course of the class, but she was paying attention in the moments that she awake. With her elbow resting on the table and her chin in her palm, she listened while Professor Blackwell went on about moon cycles and planetary alignment till the clock tower bell gonged deeply. The class was released, but the whispers continued. The witch ignored them, though it was difficult to do. People were wary of her, fearful that their precious guardians would be torn from them. While everyone steered clear in the transition from one class to the next, one did approach.<br/><br/>“Mina!” A hand raised above the crowd and from it, a blonde haired warlock appeared, coming straight toward her. His blue eyes were behind stylish black rimmed glasses. He was tall and well-built for being on the leaner side. He was out of breath by the time he caught up to her. “Hey . . . So it’s true? You managed to summon an S-class demon?” He asked, peering behind her at the Demon Lord in awe and disbelief. “How’d you do it? You didn’t even prepare well?”<br/><br/>“Apparently, I asked really nicely.” She smiled. “Oliver, this is Syn Night, Syn this is Oliver, my best friend. He also stole someone’s succubus, so I guess she’s my guardian too now. Cynthia. Needless to say, I’m not going to be very popular around here.”<br/><br/>“You never were to begin with.” Oliver informed her dismissively, giving a wave to the pair of guardians. “Hello, Lord Night. Cynthia.”<br/><br/>“What did you summon?” Mina asked, curiously.<br/><br/>“A Hell Hound. He’s rather impressive, but not as impressive as the Demon Lord you worked so hard for.” He told her with a laugh, lighthearted though there was a bit of bitterness in his tone.<br/><br/>“It was luck. I could have had a kitten.” She laughed along with him as they began to walk in the direction of their next class, Element Mastery—a capstone course since most witches and warlocks their age possessed extensive skill with elemental magic by their age.