The Academy’s Weakest Became A Demon-Limited Hunter

I fell asleep surrounded by human warmth. How well I slept told me so.

Morning sunlight streamed in, and I naturally woke up as if my internal alarm had gone off. Beside me, Dorothy was sleeping with her bathrobe slightly askew.

I sat up and looked around. The other side of the bed was empty, but I noticed a strand of pale gold hair. Alice had slept here too.

That smells nice.

The scent of food wafted from the kitchen. It was obvious Alice was preparing breakfast.

I checked the clock. There was still time before classes started.

I straightened Dorothy’s bathrobe and placed my hand on her forehead.

Oh.

Good, her fever has gone down.