Another Twenty Minutes

Seeing as how two out of three of her trials had been swiftly and promptly been conquered by yours truly, Irene deemed that such accomplishments warranted a reward that was just as prestigious and glorious as my triumphs. 

So that's how I ended up with a slice of ham sandwich in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. 

"Enjoy your break time," She said, ever the benevolent demon woman she was. "I'll be back in twenty. We'll get started then."

And with that, tugging along a reluctant begrudging Amanda in tow, she scampered off away back on down to my homestay on the fourth floor, muttering something about ritual preparations and needing an extra pair of hands.

I don't really know, I didn't really care to know… sitting there in my little corner of the room, listening to the faint breathing of a slumbering Matriarch just right beside me… I was just counting the seconds away, the minutes.