When Nikita emerged from the captain's quarters, her face still carried a trace of lingering regret.
Although the Mist Captain had highly praised her snacks, she didn't want to be a cook. She wanted to go ashore, to fight, to stand out among the young demons.
Just like she used to do when she was in the First University.
But the captain's order could not be defied.
Now, she could only obediently return to the rear cabin, stay in the tiny and gloomy kitchen, and prepare dinner for the five remaining demons onboard.
Harry trailed behind her like a pathetic dog, content and almost wagging his tail joyfully.
"Excuse me!" The female demon turned around with frustration, glaring at the guy in front of her who was wearing a pink POLO shirt, and said irritably: "Don't always follow behind me... Or I might accidentally stuff you into the stove as firewood."
