The villainous young master just wants to live a Buddhist-like life.

　The second-year "Silver Cup" finals didn't attract these people. But the final interview did.

　Although Arvit's official duties were busy, it was already evening, and theoretically, working in the evening was considered overtime. If she wanted to, it wouldn't be difficult for her to find some free time.

　What's more, it's just a quick visit to watch a duel, and you can even have dinner right there in the arena.

　Accompanying her was Janice from the "Pisces Palace".

　Janice, who was bored out of her mind due to her busy work schedule and the absence of Claire, was conscripted into the workforce.

　On the other side, Prince Charles, who was very interested in both the "Son of the Valkyrie" and the "Son of the Hero," also appeared quietly in a corner of the audience along with Archbishop Caleb Norris.

　Princess Elizabeth, however, did not come.

　However, Earl Jeffrey, one of the thirty-two councilors, arrived at the scene after receiving the news.

　Earl Jeffrey finally took notice of Dark Deemon, who had repeatedly defeated his son in duels.

　The Earl of Jeffrey's expression darkened as he thought of Angus, who had been withdrawn and isolated in a corner since receiving treatment at home.

　Although after a thorough investigation he knew that Dark had never deliberately targeted Angus, Angus was, after all, his son.

　He won't target Dark, but he's already considering how to voice his concerns to St. Marian's College.

　St. Mary's College is a place where reason prevails.

　And now, he's in the right.

　"Let me take a good look at what kind of treasure the Arvit family has."

　He crossed his arms, leaned back in his chair, and looked gloomy.

　Shortly afterward, someone whispered in his ear to inform him.

　He suddenly turned his head and saw the eldest prince talking to the archbishop in the distance, as well as Alvitt buying model eggs after finishing her meal.

　Alvitt had no particular purpose; she simply came to watch a duel to reward herself after hearing about it.

　But Prince Charles and Archbishop Caleb Norris were somewhat different.

　Although the duel between Dark and Angus has been forgotten by many, it has long been taken seriously by the Holy Church.

　However, due to Earl Jeffrey's staunch support for the eldest prince, the Holy Church has not yet investigated the matter further.

　But undercurrents were already brewing.

　……

　No one expected that a mere "Golden Cup" points tournament would attract so much attention.

　It's quite astonishing that the duel club arranged this match unintentionally.

　But the match did indeed begin, and it was under the watchful eyes of countless people, both openly and secretly.

　……

　7:30 p.m.

　After re-entering the open-air arena, Dark Dimon waved goodbye to Diana and the others, and then walked straight into the player tunnel.

　Shortly afterward, he sat down in a players' lounge and began building his deck.

　Although the start of the competition was not far off, he already had a plan in mind, and it wouldn't take him long to build a deck from scratch.

　Under these circumstances, the magical spirits, who had already banded together and entered the venue, began to disappear one by one from the rows of magical spirits sitting in the circular audience area.

　First, the pink fluffy rabbit disappeared, then the pink fluffy rabbit, then the pink fluffy rabbit again, and then the pink fluffy rabbit again...

　With a sufficient number of "Elysium" Magical Spirit cards, Dark was able to construct a complete "Elysium" deck.

　After completing the construction, he began to replenish the magic power of the magic cards that were low on magic power.

　As the magic slowly flowed into the card, his mind gradually calmed down.

　"We need to get serious."

　Although it uses the "Paradise" deck.

　……

　On the other side, Witt Gold also found a player lounge to sit down.

　There weren't many matches tonight, and there was no one else around him.

　He sat on the edge of the windowsill, looking up at the scene outside. His gaze swept over the crowd of spectators, his eyes flashing frequently, sometimes clear, sometimes dark.

　Witt Gold was not entirely unaware of his own situation.

　However, he had limited information, and even if he noticed something slightly unusual, he would only assume it was physical discomfort or something else.

　"call!"

　Taking a deep breath of the cool night air, Witt Gold reached into his card pack, preparing to make final adjustments to his deck.

　After releasing his emotions following the victory, he has now completely calmed down, and the immense pressure is now pressing down on his shoulders, causing sweat to bead on his forehead.

　When he was about to confront Darke head-on, he realized that Darke's image in his heart was so lofty and insurmountable.

　But he will not be crushed by this pressure.

　Climb to the top!

　……

　"Welcome everyone to the St. Marian Academy's dueling arena. While Judy has much to say to you all, I'm sure you're all just as eager as I am to see the upcoming duel. So, without further ado, the follow-up matches of the 'Golden Cup'... no, the 'Silver Cup'... are now officially underway."

　Judy's voice echoed throughout every corner of the dueling arena; she deliberately made her tone excited and shouted.

　"Let's welcome the Silver Cup champion—Virt Gold!"

　The applause erupted instantly.

　Witt Gold, led by staff, walked out of the player tunnel and then stepped onto the red player's platform.

　Then the lights fell on him, and a huge projection appeared.

　The shouts from the audience grew louder and louder.

　He gained a lot of popularity this afternoon.

　Immediately afterwards, Judy called out again.

　"Next up is our second-year leader—Dark Dimon!"

　……

　Immediately afterwards, Judy called out again.

　"Next up is our second-year leader—Dark Dimon!"

Chapter 725

　With Darko Dimon's official debut, the support for Vittor Gold has noticeably decreased.

　While Wit Gold's popularity has soared today, it still falls short of Darko Dimon's long-standing popularity.

　“I know Dark gave up the Silver Cup, but how did those two end up facing off?”

　Alvitt turned to the side and spoke quietly with Janice.

　She was delighted by her baby's popularity, but there were some things she needed to clarify.

　"I heard it was that guy named Witt Gold who initiated the challenge after winning the championship?"

　Janice's knowledge was not comprehensive either.

　The two had only come to see Dark when they learned that he would be making an appearance that evening.

　Watching her beloved child display such heroic spirit on the dueling stage heals Arvid's soul and dispels all the fatigue from her busy work.

　But it seems there's some other juicy gossip to be had about today's events?

　She spoke with a beaming smile, her anticipation for the duel growing stronger.

　Meanwhile, Prince Charles and Archbishop Caleb Norris were discussing Angus Jeffrey.

　Although the Angus Jeffrey incident did not become a big deal on the surface, those who needed to know already knew.

　If he weren't the son of Earl Jeffrey, he would probably have been interrogated by the Church long ago.

　However, the root of that matter still lies within St. Marian Academy.

　The archbishop tilted his head back, squinted, and frowned, as if trying to see through the sky above St. Mary's College.

　St. Maryann's College is shrouded in mist.

　……

　Emma and Sarah sat in their respective small groups, looking up at the scene. Their expressions showed no joy or happiness, but those around them were gritting their teeth.

　It seems he was drawing circles to curse Witt Gaud.

　……

　Meanwhile, Doron, Pistan, Rose, Diana, and others seemed to be competing with the off-site audience, waving flags and shouting in the direction of Dark.

　Meanwhile, some second-year students from the Knights Academy on the other side were confronting them.

　Under the night sky, amidst the stars and moon, youth is in its prime.

　……

　Dark Deemon placed his hand on the card table, infused it with a little magic, and activated the table.

　The magical projection that was then activated magnified his upper body, making his facial expressions even clearer.

　Only then did he look up at the opposite side, his gaze falling on Witt.

　To his slight surprise, Witt remained calm under such circumstances, instead of raising his hands to interact with the audience as he usually does.

　Dark's gaze shifted, wondering whether this was Witt's own will or interference from the "second consciousness".

　But just then, after the cheers from the audience subsided slightly, Witt suddenly spoke up: "I thought I wouldn't have the confidence to challenge you until at least the end of my second year, or even after my third year."

　Dark tapped the table lightly, but did not say anything.

　Victor paused for a moment, then continued, "Winning today was unexpected. But the moment I truly achieved victory, I knew it was just the beginning. What good would winning the championship have done if I hadn't beaten you?"

　Dark frowned slightly, then finally spoke, "Winning the 'Silver Cup,' isn't that great? It's progress. You need to be clear-headed and not aim too high."

　As soon as he opened his mouth, his tone carried a certain educational quality, perhaps because he had been a teaching assistant for half a year.

　Witt Gold was extremely sensitive to this. He immediately frowned and instinctively wanted to say something like, "You're teaching me how to do things."

　But before he could say those words, he bit his lip.

　After a long pause, he slowly said, "You're always like this."

　It's as if everyone else is a generation younger than you.

　We're all students in the same grade, so why are you considered superior and speak and act like an elder?

　"Today, we're going to pull you down from your pedestal!"

　Finally, his voice managed to escape from the corner of his lips.

　……

　"A divine altar? I am not a god."

　Dark simply shook his head slowly and said.

　"The reason we're standing here today isn't for any other reason than that the 'Golden Cup' ranking system randomly paired us up. As our last duel in the Duel Arena this first semester of our second year, I hope neither of us will have any regrets."

　His tone was calm, and he was not angry at Witt's aggressive manner.

　But Witt suddenly said, "Don't teach me."

　He didn't shout it out, but his tone was terrifyingly low.

　Dak's lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

　……

　The exchange between the two parties ended there.

　Dak did not argue with him further, and Witt finally lost his chance to speak again.