Ellis wasn't one for taking care of people, but in Nyx's case, he seemed to make exceptions time and time again.
At the moment, for example, deep in the library, the lights were dim, and the dry scent of turning pages filled the air.Nyx was sprawled out on the long table, quill still in his hand, scribbling something on the parchment in front of him, but he was so tired that he had fallen asleep directly on his back.
Ellis stood by the bookshelf, watching the scene quietly.
This guy, always so recklessly expending his energy - so spirited when he was messing around, so reluctant when it came time to suffer the consequences, and as a result, he ended up tired and straight down in the end.
He should have turned away apathetically; Nyx deserved to be punished anyway.
But he finally sighed and walked over, taking out a dark-colored wool blanket from his spatial ring and gently covering Nyx.Nyx shrank, seeming to covet the warmth even in his dreams, and murmured something on the side of his head slightly, his long eyelashes casting fine shadows under his eyes.
Ellis looked down at him for a moment, then gently collected the quill Nyx held in his hand to prevent it from poking him in his own.
It wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last.
After Nyx had been punished with confinement, Ellis would coldly lecture him, punish him with a copycat, and warn him not to cause any more trouble.But after a while, he'd drop by some of Nyx's favorite trinkets, like a box of magical ink that automatically organized the pages of a book, or a color-changing quill, or even a plate of warm desserts he'd just brought in from the kitchen, and casually place it on the table, pretending not to care, saying, "Whatever."
When Nyx huffed and puffed and chilled with him, Ellis, outwardly unconcerned, would actually order one of Nyx's favorite dishes from the cafeteria and then intentionally order more than he needed, casually saying, "Can't eat it all, whatever."Nix cursed him for his cunning with his mouth, but his hand was already picking up his fork.
When Nyx occasionally made too much of a mess, Ellis wouldn't hesitate to punish him, but after each punishment, he'd quietly pay attention to Nyx to see if he got too uncomfortable, and would even find him something interesting to distract him.
"Mentor Ellis can be ... really special to his contracted demons."That's what people in the academy said privately.
But Ellis himself didn't seem to realize it.
Nyx could be cocky, unbridled, and with a demonic air of cunning and danger to others, but he always managed to put away his edges just right in front of Ellis.
Because he knew - Ellis was really going to be in charge of him, and he was really going to protect him.It was something that Ellis himself might not have realized, but Nyx, for a long time, had.
Ellis wasn't one for apologizing.He was always calm, sensible, and strong, and his colleagues and students at the academy were in awe of him.Yet he would always come to the door to make amends for Nyx.
Nix's pranks were always endless.One day he turned the potion of the magic apprentices into a syrup that would spray colorful bubbles, and the next day he secretly tampered with the astrological chart in the astrology class, so that the students' prophecies all turned into "tomorrow I will step on a cooing chicken".
Every time there was a mess, the victims or instructors came to the door in anger, Ellis would listen to all the accusations without surprise, and then ... took the initiative to go to the person to apologize.
"I was the one who didn't watch my back."Ellis stood in front of the other party, his tone calm but sincere, "Nyx's behavior caused you distress, I will hold him accountable."