On the third day after signing the debt contract, Rita managed to cheer herself up.
Lightchaser was right—after she graduated, she could just take on a few apprentices and have them help her pay it off.
Most importantly, she'd probably only live for a hundred years or so. For all she knew, Lightchaser would have to pay her funeral expenses one day!
Thinking about it like that, Rita even started to secretly giggle.
And ever since her school admission was confirmed, Lightchaser would occasionally bring back school essentials—uniforms, weapons, supplies…
Rita completely ignored how Lightchaser always made sure to write everything down in her ledgers. She simply organized the items with utmost care and appreciation.
Lightchaser leaned against the door frame, watching her little apprentice busily sorting her things. After a moment, she suddenly asked,
"Still hate me?"
It was like a needle jabbed her. Rita immediately raised her voice,
"Super hate!"
