'Without these souls, things might not have gone as easily as they did.' Watching the soul points decreasing from his reserves, Jinn let out a long, strained sigh.

He looked out of the window, and the sun was already on its last breath. The blue moon was slowly revealing itself as well.

His gaze drifted to the second bed, where his roommate was snoring like a giant blue monster.

Seeing him sleep so soundly, Jinn felt sleep catching up to him. Without any effort, he found himself drifting into the dream realm.

…

Not even a minute had passed since Jinn slept when Dean, who was supposed to be sleeping like a log, suddenly opened his eyes.

He got up from the bed and approached Jinn's bed with an unreadable look on his face.

For a second, he did not move from jinn's bedside, and then he suspiciously slipped his hands into his pockets and took out a long black object.

Looking at Jinn's sleeping face, his lips curled up with a sinister smile as he whispered to himself.

"Hehe, sleeping so defenseless… It's like you are asking for it." A sharp glint appeared in his eyes while his hands moved at the speed of a blur.

Once he was done, Jinn's face was carved with several childish markings. Looking at his work, Dean let out a grunt of triumph before turning around and leaving the room.

Unknown to him, right beside the spot he stood at, there was someone or something watching his every move from the start.

The crooked red smile in the gray fog twisted with amusement before dissipating into nothingness.

…

Jinn slept through the night and only woke up on the eve of the rise of a new sun.

Rising from the bed, the first thing he noticed was the absence of Dean.

"Did he do something last night after I went to sleep?" Jinn whispered into the air as if he was talking to himself, but unsurprisingly another voice replied to him.

"You should look at yourself in the mirror, master." The imp popped out of thin air before Jinn and spoke with some hesitation.

The boy looked at the creature with narrowed eyes, feeling slightly suspicious.

'Since I am going to the bathroom, I might as well freshen up and take a bath.' Jinn thought to himself and started looking through the cupboard in search of a fresh pair of clothes when he found a note lying there.

The Classes Start At 9 AM sharp, everyone is expected to be there half an hour before and dressed in their uniforms.

FAILURE TO DO SO WOULD RESULT IN SERIOUS CONSEQUENCES.

"Someone came into the room while I was asleep?" Jinn frowned, seeing the note for the first time. The thought of someone being able to enter the room whenever they pleased at any time startled him a little.

"No, Sire, there was no one who touched your cupboard. It could be some sort of skill that allowed someone to do this."

His words did not bring any comfort to the devil, but he still accepted them.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, he saw that it was barely 4 am in the morning; he still had a lot of time before the class.

'This better not be some prank.'

Wasting no time, he selected the uniform and a towel before striding off to the shared bathroom.

It was a western-styled bathroom with a fitted shower and supplies. As far as he was concerned, as long as the bathroom was clean and working, he was fine with it.

Hanging the clothes, Jinn finally looked at his reflection in the mirror and froze.

"Dean… oh, Dean." Jinn leaned forward on the basin and clenched his fingers around the edge while whispering coldly, "you should not have done this."

In the mirror, Jinn saw his own face with slight adjustments, his cheeks colored in blush, sea, and stars, while his eyes were painted with a shadow that made him look no different from a street tramp.

"This means war."

With gritted teeth, he turned on the tap and tried to wash off the marker, only to realize something.

It was permanent!

No matter how hard he scrubbed, the pain would not budge.

"You useless imp, why did you not wake me up?" Looking at the small reflection on the edge of the basin, he snarled in annoyance.

"Ah—master, you told me not to wake you up unless he tried to kill or kidnap you."

The imp replied fearfully, flinching under his master's enraged gaze.

It knew for a fact that Jinn was enraged because the next words he heard were not something he expected to come out of his stingy master. "Tch, spend a soul to remove it."

"Are you sure?" the imp tried to ask, but it was silenced by a cold glare.

[Leftover Souls: 9609]

With just a single soul, the marks on Jinn's face disappeared like magic.

"The marker used on you was special. It could only be washed over time with constant use of dragon energy."

Seeing Jinn calm down, the imp informed him about the marker used on his face.

'Was this just a prank?' for a moment, Jinn's thoughts suddenly stilled.

But he soon waved it off and entered the shower.

Thirty minutes later, Jinn stepped out of the bathroom, fully refreshed.

He was wearing brown pants with a matching vest over an off-white shirt and a silver-black blazer to complete the outfit. His boots complemented the overall outfit.

He looked no different than a noble born wearing that uniform. But what surprised him the most was how comfortable it was for him to move in those clothes.

He had similar outfits, but none felt this comfortable. 'There should be no problem running away in this outfit.'

Checking his outfit to make sure he was wearing everything or something, Jinn locked his cupboard and walked out of the room, looking down at the silent dark hall before him.

"What are we going to do now, master?" seeing his master's normal expression of calmness, the imp felt more at ease.

"Just some exploring and intelligence gathering."

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