Chapter 132 – Little Chef

After switching into slippers and heading up to the third floor, Dylin noticed Wenfu glancing around as if looking for something. He was puzzled.

“There are six rooms on the third floor of the Crown Villa. Miss Wenfu, do you have one in mind?” Dylin asked.

“Miss Teresa... isn’t here?” The cat-eared girl dragged a suitcase nearly her own size. In this unfamiliar space, she seemed uncomfortable—her tail swayed restlessly, revealing her unease.

“Mm, Teresa had something to take care of and stepped out. Don’t be fooled by how she appears—she actually doesn’t spend much time in the villa.” Dylin said this casually, also planting the idea that “Teresa being absent is totally normal” for Wenfu.

“I see.” Wenfu hunched her shoulders slightly, clearly feeling nervous, likely because the one she was most familiar with—Teresa—wasn’t around.

“Then… which room is Miss Teresa’s?”

“Teresa’s room…” Dylin pointed to the rightmost room with a hand-written nameplate in Elvish.

“That’s hers.”

“She knows Elvish too?” Standing before the door and seeing the graceful Elvish letters, Wenfu looked intrigued.

“Yeah. Teresa seems to be quite interested in non-human cultures.” At Coleman Academy, especially within the academy itself, knowing Elvish wasn’t that strange. Some students who had a strong interest in Elven culture studied it, though most didn’t.

As for how different races communicated—this came down to the Elves' special education system. Every Elf who received a proper education would learn three languages, including Elvish and the common tongue.

Don’t ask how they managed to learn so much. The answer was simple: they had the capacity and time—far beyond what humans could imagine.

“Miss Wenfu, do you know Elvish?”

“Not much.” Wenfu shook her head. “Just a little.”

“And this next to it is Mr. Dylin’s room?”

“That’s right.” Wenfu now turned her gaze toward Dylin’s door.

Same nameplate. Same marker color. But a completely different writing style. Teresa’s handwriting was delicate and graceful, matching her image, while Dylin’s… well, it was rough—oh no, she meant bold and casual.

But he was a Divine Child, after all. With all the notes and knowledge he had to remember, he probably didn’t have time to worry about perfect penmanship—so long as it was legible.

At that moment, Astrid, who had been browsing the second-floor library, came up to the third floor. She immediately spotted Dylin and Wenfu and noticed Teresa’s Elvish nameplate.

“Miss Teresa lives here?” Astrid paused, and unsurprisingly, her gaze drifted to the nameplate next door with Dylin’s name.

“Yes. Miss Astrid, have you chosen a room?”

“As for me…” Astrid averted her eyes, and in perfect sync with Wenfu, both of them looked at the last unclaimed room on the right wing.

“This one—can I take it?” x2

They spoke in unison, both surprised, then silently turned to look at each other.

“Huh?” Seeing both girls pick the same room, Dylin scratched his head.

Their words came out at the same time and then cut off. They lowered their hands and said nothing more.

“Huh? What’s going on here? Why so lively?” Suddenly, the door before them swung open with a teasing tone.

“Miss Felicia, you’ve finished setting up?”

“Mm. Just about done.” Felicia walked out gracefully. She spotted Wenfu and Astrid frozen in silence and smirked. “I had my eye on this room from the beginning, and I’ve already tidied it up. So sorry, you two.”

As she spoke, Felicia pulled out a nameplate with her name and hung it on the door.

“Captain, hope you don’t mind that I used one of your labels~?”

“No problem. That’s what I bought them for. As long as they’re useful.”

“Much appreciated.” Felicia, dressed in her school uniform, had a bit more youthful charm than usual—like a pure, lively JK instead of a noble Knight Princess.

“Honestly, I didn’t expect Miss Astrid to join this team.” Felicia smiled at Astrid. “We’ve got plenty of time to get to know each other.”

With that, she strutted down the stairs.

“...Looks like you two will have to pick from the left-side rooms,” Dylin said helplessly, pointing to the opposite end of the corridor.

Astrid looked disappointed but nodded, then chose the leftmost room, directly across from Teresa’s.

Wenfu picked the room beside Astrid’s. Both girls entered their respective new “homes” to unpack.

“Hmm?” When Dylin returned to the second floor, intending to read in the library, he saw a fairly large suitcase left at the door.

Whose suitcase was this?

Felicia’s? Probably not—she had gone straight upstairs. No time to leave it behind.

Wenfu’s? Her luggage was smaller, and she took it all to her room.

Then it must be Astrid’s.

How careless—to leave it out here.

Dylin recalled the month they’d spent together. For someone who seemed like a distant ice princess, Astrid was surprisingly absent-minded in small things. This wasn’t surprising for her.

Just as Dylin reached to carry the suitcase upstairs, hurried footsteps came from above.

“Dylin, have you seen my suitcase…?” Astrid, uncharacteristically flustered, saw the case and his outstretched hand the moment she spoke.

Dylin wasn’t sure if he imagined it, but for a second, Astrid’s graceful face froze.

“Oh, I was just going to bring it up to your room…”

“No need. I’ll take it.” In a flash, Astrid seized the suitcase. Her voice was flat, but her speed was lightning-fast—like she feared some unspeakable event might occur if she were a second slower.

What was that about? It was like she had explosives in there.

Dylin watched her hastily push the suitcase upstairs, thoroughly confused.

He had a general sense of Astrid’s personality. Though she appeared aloof and distant, part of it was her quiet nature, and part was her genuine love for peace and solitude.

Calm, cold, elegant—those were the common perceptions of Elves because, well, most of them really were like that.

“Captain, Captain.”

“Hmm?” Hearing Felicia call, Dylin looked around and realized the voice was coming from the backyard.

“Miss Felicia, is something the matter?” He opened the window and saw her standing in the backyard in athletic wear.

“The backyard is spacious, with a garden out front. Do you have any plans for the back?” she asked.

“Not yet.” Dylin glanced around. Aside from some clutter in the corners, the yard was quite empty.

“Then how about turning it into a training field?”

“Sure. That’s a good idea—if everyone agrees.”

“No problem at all.” Dylin nodded, watching Felicia in her sleeveless top and short skirt. The moonlight reflected off her fair skin and athletic thighs—there was a strange charm to it, a mix of vitality and allure.

Soon after, the knight girl began practicing. She raised her royal sword high overhead, closed her eyes under the moonlight, and began training.

Dylin glanced up at the crescent moon, a bit surprised she was still training this late.

Clearly, no glory or achievement came without a price. People saw the glamorous Knight Princess adored by all, but few understood how much effort she put in.

Suddenly, Dylin thought of himself.

Compared to her, he had done nothing and gained a “cheat,” rising above all other freshmen—it felt a little unfair.

He hadn’t earned it through his own effort. Strictly speaking, he had simply stood on the shoulders of a giant.

By now, Dylin had mostly confirmed that the “Elf War Goddess” was his current identity—Teresa.

Teresa Galnorin, second daughter of the Elf Empress. Likely, the Empress had died in the war against the Demon Race, and her eldest daughter succeeded her—Bilodis.

Which explained why Teresa was Bilodis’s younger sister.

The Divine Authority and Domain he now wielded all came from the real Teresa—the fruits of her century of cultivation.

Though his level had been reset, using the Elf War Goddess’s abilities in the Freshman Crown Tournament was total overkill.

Grumble...

“Damn.” Looking at the knightly silhouette outside in ascetic training, Dylin suddenly realized something dire.

He had forgotten to eat dinner.

And this late? The cafeteria was surely closed. What now? He had planned to spend the night in the library—he couldn’t go hungry all night.

At this rate, he’d be chewing books by midnight.

“Mr. Dylin, are you hungry?”

“Ah?” Dylin turned and saw, at the end of the stairs, a small kitten-like girl wagging her tail.

Wenfu, apparently just out of the bath, gave off the scent of shampoo. Her hair glistened with droplets. Since each room had a private bath, there were no “accidental encounters” in a shared bathhouse.

She wore a sleeveless nightgown, her cherry-colored hair and cat ears making her look soft and pink like a spring blossom.

“I'm fine... Did you just finish showering?” Dylin wondered if he should politely avert his gaze, but Wenfu didn’t seem to care at all.

“Mm.” Wenfu twitched her ears and tail, shaking off the water.

“Mr. Dylin, you didn’t have dinner?”

“Yeah… too many things today, it slipped my mind.”

“That won’t do.” She smiled as she padded downstairs in her sandals. “Mama says eating on time is key to staying healthy. Skipping meals harms your body.”

“I wonder if the villa has any food stocked…”

“Hmm? Mr. Dylin, do you cook?”

“No. Do you?”

“Mm! I learned a bit from my mother. I hope you won’t mind if it’s not very good.”

“Wouldn’t that trouble you?”

“Not at all! Teammates should help each other out, right?”

Half-persuaded, Dylin followed her to the kitchen. Luckily, the freezer still had some ingredients—though not much.

Wenfu put on an apron and started cooking with what was left.

Due to her height, she had to pull over a stool and stand on it to reach the stove.

“Any food preferences, Mr. Dylin?”

“No.”

“Lean more toward meat or veggies?”

“Meat.”

“Got it, just a moment~”

For Wenfu, who had failed to fit into several teams before this, she finally found one she liked. And now, seeing the gap between herself and her teammates, she wanted to contribute—to prove her worth. As if, unless she did, she’d be left behind.

Dylin sat nearby, watching her in an apron, barefoot on the stool, tail swaying with focus—looking very much like a tiny wife.

Ugh... What was he even thinking? That kind of thought was illegal in both this life and the last!

Watching Wenfu cooking seriously, even her tail going still with concentration, then glancing at the brightly lit living room and glowing lamps outside—Dylin felt a strange warmth.

Was this what home felt like?

The aroma filled the air. In the bubbling soup floated leafy greens, eggs, and shredded meat. Dylin’s mouth watered.

It was honestly better than the cafeteria.

Wenfu smiled as she watched Dylin eat. When he finished, she took his dishes to the sink.

“I’ll do the dishes.”

“It’s fine. Mr. Dylin eating so late might upset your stomach. A short walk would help, right?”

Before he could respond, Wenfu had already climbed back onto the stool and started cleaning up.

Dylin felt a bit embarrassed, but since she had already begun, he had no choice but to quietly leave the kitchen.

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