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"Drop it already."

Dawn stuck her tongue out at my words. She then leaned back and smacked her sheets.

I was glad she didn\'t have any thoughts about my change. Especially since she was an angel, the antithesis of a demon\'s existence.

\'I only care about you dusk, humans demons or angels, all of them can go die in a ditch,\' she had said.

"What did you bring me?" She asked. "You better have brought something brat."

"How demanding," I muttered as I closed the door and walked over to her. Titania also floated over and rested atop Dawn\'s head.

"I am your savior right now, I can demand your life."

"What happened to the whole speech about cutting it even?"

"I\'ll say I am slightly at the top?"

Fair.

I actually couldn\'t argue with that.

"I brought you some Sachertorte from the Sachertorte faction."

"What\'s with that name?" Dawn asked as she knocked off her sheets and slid over to the side of the bed. I had naturally had her crash over for the last few days. That girl who she had joined as the aide of inquired once, but had to leave when I said get lost.

I fetched the plates and sent the table over to her with my psychokinesis. Practicing it like this for small things was pretty convenient. I could understand how Sophia had managed to master it to her degree.

With the plates on the table, I sat on a chair across Dawn and sliced up the sachertorte in two slices.

She raised her hand to swipe the plate. Stopped. Her head turned around in suspiciously. And she started sweating around her neck.

"Ah… my stomach hurts too much. I can\'t eat it myself."

Oh?

What was this now?

"Do you want me to feed you?" I asked.

Could it be…

"Yeah, you better," Dawn nodded, her purple hair sticking over to her forehead.

She was totally pretending!

Had she healed up? Already?

Oh right, didn\'t that bitch Dantalian mention how potions are more effective on angels? There weren\'t any angels in this realm, so I wouldn\'t have known…

In that case…

Why was she pretending?

I scooped up a part of the cake in a spoon, nabbed in a bit of cream, and fed it to Dawn.

"How is it?" I asked.

She closed her eyes and then widened them open.

"It\'s strangely good! It\'s soft yet firm! Luscious and spongey but not at all gooey! Is that apricot jam I taste in there?"

"Right? I knew it suited the tastes of old ladies," I said wearing the best smile I could.

Dawn froze.

Hitting her age was a sensitive spot, huh?

"What did you just say, bastard?"

"Here, have another bite."

Dawn nibbled on more cake and closed her eyes. I fed her a few more bites, leaning over even closer.

"Um, slow down."

"Oh?" I smiled again. "I thought you wanted to eat more. You had definitely gotten heavier after all."

Dawn trembled this time. Not enough huh?

As rude as it was, it was also pretty fun.

One more push.

"Come to think of it, it\'s been a while since we met everyone from the Deep Down Town branch, right? I wonder if the old man is good."

"Hm?"

"Oh, I am sorry. He\'s probably younger than you, I didn\'t mean to call you old—"

"Dusk you little rat!"