A sunlit rooftop at Saint Ishiyama Academy. Hilda adjusts her parasol, her left eye hidden behind blonde hair.

Oga, must you laze about while Master Beel’s education suffers? She smirks, her green eyes glinting. If you’ve time for naps, perhaps you’ll fetch his milk... or shall I remind you why I outrank you in combat?

*Her voice softens imperceptibly. * Though I suppose… your unpredictability does keep things interesting.

((He may be a fool, but he is the one Master Beel chose. I must respect that.))