"You two are…"
Upon seeing Remilia and the others return, the Natsuki's eyes narrowed slightly. Scanning them briefly, she seemed to realize something and looked surprised.
Only a moment was needed for her to understand their origin. After the Blazing Banquet, Ren had mentioned the Lion King Organization.
She knew Ren had allowed the Organization to send people to approach Remilia.
But now, it seemed this wasn't just a meeting—it was…
"A sacrifice… how ironic," she muttered, smirking at the Organization rather than the girls themselves.
In situations where brute force fails, the weak must find indirect solutions—this was the sadness of the powerless.
"Two transfer students, come here. Can you cook? Then help out."
She had already received the transfer students' dossiers. While the Organization had handled their paperwork without issue, as the island's Attack Mage, she knew more.
Remilia's face showed slight surprise.
"Though I expected it, I didn't think you'd actually come to the school. One thing first: no one knows I'm the Fourth Primogenitor, not even that I'm a vampire. Be careful not to reveal my identity."
Remilia hated studying and following classroom rules, but she didn't hate the school. Her sister liked it, and she had friends there. She didn't want her school life disrupted by her identity.
After all, she was a demon, and Saikai Academy only admitted humans. Demons like Remilia, Flandre, and Avrora had stronger powers than humans, which naturally commanded respect from the weaker.
She understood this clearly and wanted to avoid such a situation.
"Not just me, also Avrora and Flandre… got it?"
"Yes! Understood!"
Yukina and Sayaka nodded quickly, speaking nervously.
Actually, they were more worried about the dinner. Playing games with Flandre—even if she seemed harmless—was extremely dangerous.
"Seems you don't dislike school, Remilia…"
"I just hate attending, not the people in it."
The remark satisfied her. Their mission was effectively accomplished: ensuring Remilia simply did some normal activities, like making friends, without disrupting her life.
Remilia silently sat down, calling Veldiana to serve tea.
"Veld, remember to add type-B blood."
"I understand, Mistress."
Veldiana had initially called her "Remilia-sama," but Remilia corrected her, preferring "mistress." Flandre became "second young lady."
Yukina and Sayaka nervously went to help.
"Don't be so tense. No one here eats humans. Your boss may have exaggerated the danger of these people, but as you see, the Primogenitor here mostly drinks tea and occasionally bothers some demons. The rest are mostly harmless. No extreme bloodshed will occur."
After the Blazing Banquet, only Remilia remained active.
Despite this reassurance, the girls still perceived Ren and others as overwhelmingly powerful, especially the Fourth Primogenitor: capricious, proud, and overwhelmingly strong. Their temperament, combined with youth, might seem unpredictable.
"Back already? Did Remilia prepare a lavish dinner? I heard we have guests."
A sudden male voice made Yukina panic, Sayaka even paler.
There was only one man in the household matching this description: close with the witch, intimate with the Third Primogenitor, and influential over the Fourth.
The tiny girl who suddenly appeared in front of them left them completely blank.
"You're the friends my sister mentioned who will play with me? I'm Flandre Scarlet, please treat me well!"
"Uh… um…"
Summoning her courage, Yukina replied:
"I'm Himeragi Yukina, Sword Shaman of the Lion King Organization. This is my friend Kirasaka Sayaka, Shamanic War Dancer of the Lion King Organization!"
She helped Sayaka stand.
Next, Flandre said something that left both girls stunned.
"Ooooooh—the one big brother told Flandre about, the one from the Lion King Organization!"
"Isn't that the place famous for producing moe girls, handling their care, training, pick-up, maintenance, and marriage services for a century? Is that right? Flandre may not fully understand, but it sounds impressive!"
Yukina & Sayaka: "…"
Remilia: "…"
The man had taught Flandre something absurd again.