The Hero Kicked Me Out of His Party, So I Turned Him into My Maid - Chapter 9

By this time, it was already dawn, and looking out of the dormitory window, the rising sun was slowly rising from the back mountain.

My cultivation in my previous life was always day and night, so I’m quite used to not being able to sleep all night.

Mila, on the other hand, slept soundly, as if nothing had happened the night before.

That’s fine too; sometimes, not knowing anything is a kind of happiness.

Ariel stood in front of the mirror.

The reflection in the mirror showed a calm expression. Long, silver-white hair cascaded over her shoulders, the ends curling naturally.

Her face still had a bit of baby fat, making her look chubby. Her skin was fair and radiant, and a small cherry-like mouth hung below her flat nose.

Perhaps due to the awakening of memories from a past life, besides the azure color, my eyes now faintly contain a hint of pinkish-white. This is the color of spiritual energy after cultivating the Ochiai Sect’s techniques.

Ariel usually wears an oversized off-white knit sweater with a loose neckline that slips down to one side, revealing half of her shoulder and the bra strap. The sleeves are meticulously re-knitted and do not cover her hands.

She wore a light gray plaid skirt, her fair legs extending from under the hem, and stood barefoot on the wooden floor of the dormitory.

Although I didn’t sleep all night, my mind was still relatively clear.

Sitting in front of the mirror, Ariel used a wolf-tooth comb to smooth her long hair.

At that moment, I envied Luna’s hair, which was straight and smooth.

No matter how you style your hair, it will always have a natural curl.

In my past life, cultivators all had long hair like Luna. It seems that in this life, such a thing is rare and precious.

Then, Alyssa tiptoed out of the bedroom and gently closed the door.

Mira was still fast asleep, mumbling something to herself. But judging from the blissful expression on her face, she was probably having a sweet dream.

The college dormitories are usually shared by two people.

Each dormitory room is equipped with a small living room for daily activities, a bedroom with one bed per person, and a kitchen of moderate size.

The food in the academy’s cafeteria was simply unreliable. Alyssa had never understood why, as the best academy in the entire Kingdom of Viseryn, its cafeteria was the worst in the whole kingdom.

Therefore, most students choose to cook for themselves in their dormitories, which has led to the emergence of a model where some students open private kitchens and other students order food for delivery.

For Mila, let alone cooking, even cutting vegetables with a knife is an adventure no less challenging than entering a dungeon.

The most serious incident occurred when Mira was preparing a grass carp. When the knife touched the fish’s body, the fish suddenly thrashed and trembled.

Startled, Mira cleaved the grass carp in two with her knife, splitting it in two along with the cutting board and the cabinet below. One half of the grass carp fell into the cream soup pot, while the other half struck Ariel in the eye.

Since then, Mira has been forbidden by Ariel from stepping into the kitchen.

Looking at the remaining ingredients in the kitchen, Alyssa sighed.

If this continues, we might not have enough ingredients to make lunch. I’ll have to trouble Mira to go out of the academy and buy some ingredients later.

Rolling up her sleeves, Ariel picked up two plump bird eggs, a handful of bright green parsley, and a piece of smoked meat wrapped in oil paper.

These ingredients can be used to make herb-bacon omelets, which are perfect for breakfast.

Mila’s body can probably continue to grow; she can’t lack nutrition.

Ariel tied on her apron and deftly cracked the eggs onto the rim of the ceramic bowl. Her knife moved along the grain of the bacon, slicing it into even, thin slices, and she chopped the parsley into small pieces.

After quickly preparing the ingredients, Alyssa used a small brush to spread a thin layer of oil on the frying pan. The smoked meat slices were placed on the bottom of the pan and instantly produced a soft “sizzle” sound, the aroma of charred oil mixed with the smoky smell rose up, and a few drops of oil splattered out.

She didn’t back down, but simply tilted her head slightly and tied up her long, silvery-white hair.

Today we must tame this piece of smoked meat.

After pouring in the egg mixture, Ariel let it coat the meat slices evenly. Once the edges were slightly set, she sprinkled on chopped bright green parsley. Finally, she neatly flipped the dish over, and it was ready to serve.

After dividing the meat slices evenly into two plates, Ariel untied her apron and placed them on the table in the small hall.

Mira was already sitting there waiting, and when she saw the slices of meat, her mouth watered uncontrollably.

“I’m starving!”

Eagerly picking up her knife and fork, Mira pulled her portion in front of her and, without hesitation, continued to slice the bacon, putting it into her mouth bite by bite.

“Eat slowly, Mila.”

While Mira was eating breakfast, Ariel didn’t eat with her. Instead, she turned around and went back to the kitchen to make two cups of warm herbal tea.

Upon seeing the flower tea, Mila immediately picked it up and gulped it down in one go, then continued her cooking, quickly cleaning up everything on the plate.

Ariel then slowly sat down in her chair and began to enjoy her breakfast.

This was a wonderful experience.

After embarking on the path of cultivation in his previous life, he no longer needed to eat. He would only sneak out to a mortal restaurant for a meal when the mood struck him, to satisfy his appetite.

This breakfast satisfied my appetite, as I had made it myself, something I’ve never done before.

This is also thanks to Ariel’s superb cooking skills.

After that, I can enjoy all kinds of delicious food in this body, which is a wonderful thing.

Seeing that Mila had finished her meal, Ariel put down her knife and fork, wiped her mouth, and gave Mila some instructions:

“Mira, there are no ingredients left in the kitchen. Could you please go to the academy and buy some ingredients at the market, as I instructed?”

“Alright, alright! Alyssa, write down the ingredients, and I’ll head over as soon as I’ve prepared them!”

Mira rushed into the room and started fixing her appearance in front of the mirror.

Ariel raised her hand and beckoned the paper and pen on the bookshelf, which were enveloped in a wisp of pinkish-white spiritual energy and brought to her.

It seems that spiritual energy can still be used in this world.

In other words, the techniques of the Ochiai Sect from the previous life can probably still be used.

This is good news.

As Ariel wrote, she peeked out and glanced into the room.

Mira kept running her jeweled comb through her messy hair, probably really trying to tidy it up.

Although in my opinion, Mira’s hair has always been messy.

After Ariel finished breakfast, Mira finally got ready, changed into her witch outfit, and ran off, grabbing the paper Ariel had written down the ingredients for, saying energetically:

“I’m heading out, Ariel.”

Ariel picked up a plate in each hand and responded with a smile:

“Have a safe journey! Keep an eye on the freshness of the ingredients!”

“knew!”

Mira gently closed the door to her dormitory room.

Ariel stood there, recalling what had happened yesterday, and sighed heavily.

If I could, I’d want to live like this every day. It might be boring, but it’s warm and happy.

But now I’m caught in an unseen vortex, and I probably won’t be able to extricate myself easily.

Tonight I have to work with Luna on Ochiaijutsu research, I really don’t want to go…