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

　Karin Newman showed a slight hint of "reserve" before softly saying, "Newman, Karin Newman, call me Karin."

　Lin is fine.

　“Senior Newman,” Dark lowered his eyes and asked, “I wonder what specific thing you seniors want to talk to me about?”

　If it's within my ability, I don't mind offering help.

　A light seemed to flicker in Karen Newman's eyes, and she spoke slightly faster: "That's right, isn't tomorrow White Day?"

　Darkwin said, "If it's something related to Valentine's Day, I might not be able to do it."

　"No, no, no," Karin quickly smiled and said, "We wouldn't want to take up your precious time on Valentine's Day. So, we specifically chose the day before Valentine's Day, you see?"

　As she spoke, she pulled a card from a hidden compartment in her sleeve, turned it over, and revealed Dark's signature.

　The other girls' eyes lit up immediately, and they all quieted down.

　Dark smiled silently.

　Karin then said, “We need a batch of signature floral tributes like these to improve organizational cohesion.”

　Dark said, "Organization."

　Karin nodded slightly and said, "We've started a fan club, and it currently has nearly twenty members."

　Yes, of course, there are other competitors vying for our memberships, so we need some official endorsements.

　This is proof of legitimacy, a recognition of our authority. Within this castle, only our support group is needed!

　"Wait, I don't understand what you're saying," Dark felt a little dizzy.

　Karin smiled and said, "Then let me reintroduce myself. I am Karin Newman, the current president of the St. Marian Academy Dark Dimon Fan Club. Nice to meet you."

　Dark: "0t; ."

　Before Dark could answer, Karin continued, "Don't worry, our fan club is absolutely the most righteous..."

　It's all in accordance with regulations and will absolutely not cause you any trouble. In fact, if you wish, we can offer any assistance we can. For example, regarding Valentine's Day... well, we agreed not to mention Valentine's Day, sorry.

　Dark took a breath and said, "It's strange, but if this is your interest, I have no right to organize it."

　Weaving. If it's just a signature, then it doesn't matter.

　"Really? Thank you so much!" Karin quickly raised her hand in greeting.

　A girl in a third-grade uniform immediately handed over a pen, a notebook, and a stack of [flower cards].

　Karin placed the notebook on the table, then put the [flower cards] and pen on top, her eyes fixed intently on Dark.

　Dak moved the cutlery in front of him slightly and began to sign his name.

　And so this perfectly good lunch break turned into a fan autograph session.

　There are actually quite a few fan clubs within St. Mary's College; however, most are loosely organized and lack strong cohesion.

　They only occasionally get together to share their love for their "idols".

　The most famous and best-organized fan club at present is clearly the Pandora ● Doragon fan club.

　Aid Association.

　However, unlike Dark, Pandora ignores any requests from her fan club.

　But that indifferent behavior only made the fans more enthusiastic.

　This is probably due to the different character settings.

　In short, Darko Dimon usually pays attention to maintaining his public image.

　After signing forty or fifty flower cards, Darke finally put down his pen and said, "Is this alright?"

　“That’s enough.” Karin Newman put away the [Floral] cards, then immediately took out a box of chocolates from her purse, smiling as she pushed it towards Dark. “This is a token of my appreciation; no need to reciprocate. It’s not Valentine’s Day, just a regular gift.”

　present.

　Darko:

　Before he could refuse, another senior student next to Karin suddenly took out a box of chocolates and placed it on Dak's face.

　Front: "Hey, thank you for the autograph."

　"Mine, and mine too!" The senior students, clearly having planned this for a long time, quickly handed over their chocolates.

　In the blink of an eye, it piled up into a small mountain.

　The die is cast, and Dak had no choice but to accept it.

　However, the people around him, including Duolong, appeared particularly awkward at this moment—in fact, when the "social gathering" turned into...

　Their presence already seemed superfluous during the autograph session.

　However, after giving out the Dark Chocolates, the gentle upperclassmen took out a mesh bag full of chocolate chip cookies. They then divided the cookies into small packets and distributed them to the boys.

　The boys' expressions immediately changed, and they said tolerantly, "We couldn't possibly accept that; we didn't prepare a return gift either. Ah, it would be so much better if it arrived tomorrow. Maybe we could prepare a return gift for the senior girls too."

　"No, no need." The senior student quickly raised her hand and shook it lightly, squinting her eyes as she refused.

　After the chocolate chip cookies were all distributed, senior student Karen Newyan put her hands together and said, "Everyone, don't stop. Lunch is getting cold. Wasting food is not a good habit."

　As she spoke, she looked at Dak.

　Dak raised an eyebrow, picked up his knife and fork, and made the first cut.

　The dinner party continued.

　In order to leave this troublesome place as soon as possible, Dak ate quickly and took his leave immediately after finishing.

　The senior students, of course, had no reason to keep him there any longer. They could only say things like "Good luck," "We'll always support you," and "You must make it to the main competition," before watching his figure quickly disappear.

　Karin Newman, resting her soft cheek on her hand, said with a smile, "Have you noticed that he's shy?"

　The senior student next to her nodded repeatedly, her eyes sparkling, and said, "What an adorable child! I can tell..."

　He was actually very soft-hearted and very tired.

　Her voice suddenly lowered, making the atmosphere slightly somber.

　Karin Newman exclaimed excitedly, "That's why we need your support, isn't it? After Claudia and I graduate, the fan club will be in your hands, and the responsibility of protecting Dark will also be in your hands!"

　"Okay!" everyone responded. "Go ahead and don't worry, senior!"

　Karen Newman smiled and nodded, but something felt off.

　Scene changes.

　Dark returned to his dorm, tidied up a bit, and then took several magical creatures to the Fantastic Beasts Club, where he interacted with the magical creatures.

　The spirits discussed together who would be chosen to go into battle.

　All the club members were present and curiously asked him how he dealt with the upperclassmen's attacks.

　Dark simply said, "We'll deal with whatever comes our way."

　It was exactly 1 p.m.

　Dark parted ways with Diana, Rose, and the group of magical elves at the entrance of the open-air dueling arena, and then went straight...

　Enter the players' tunnel.

　According to the schedule, his estimated playing time is between 1:30 and 2:00, which is relatively early.

　Approved.

　Arriving half an hour early was mainly to regain some of the fighting spirit and to calm my mind.

　He gives his all in every duel, and now is the time to sharpen his sword.

　Meanwhile, in the circular seating area, Karin Newman's fan club had already entered and secured their seats.

　A small area.

　The second-year boys from the noble academy that Doron brought along somehow ended up nearby.

　The two small groups actually had the same goal: to cheer for Dak.

　Doron also asked Pistan to inquire with the fan club if they could join, but was refused.

　However, upon returning, Pistan still managed to borrow a batch of items, such as a vibrating rod, a wand that could set off fireworks, and a device that could expand...

　They were fully equipped with cheering props such as loud horns.

　Doron is ambitious and wants to conduct drills to support the main event of the Gold Cup.

　The fan clubs on the other side were equally impressive.

　At this moment, Diana and Rose, who were simply holding their usual signs, were unaware that they had already gone beyond mere cheering.

　Such a powerful competitor has emerged.

　A little further away from them, Mike Irving, Darke's opponent in the first match, was also in the aristocracy.

　Surrounded by members of the History Research Society.

　Edwin Clarissa, president of the Noble History Research Society, was analyzing Dark's tactical system with him.

　I usually use magic cards.

　Mike Irving analyzed the situation carefully; he had never imagined that one day he would be talking to someone two years his junior.

　The students are so serious.

　But the reality is so cruel; the advantage of age has been completely erased.

　If he doesn't go all out, he might not even last a single round on that duel stage!

　Even if he goes all out, his chances of winning are very slim.

　"It's rare to see you actually feeling nervous." Edwin said, somewhat surprised, but then added, "Well, if it were me, I might feel the same way. It's a pity I didn't get a chance this week; I wonder if I'll have any opportunities in the remaining two weeks."

　Irving said, "President, aren't you planning to compete in the main tournament?"

　Edwin smiled and said, "That's their stage, I won't join in."

　Irving said with some regret, "I'd like to see you play against them."

　Edwin joked, "You want to see me die!"

　"Of course not," Owen said with a simple, honest smile.

　He wanted to see if the president could maintain his composure even after suffering a crushing defeat in the duel.

　After a moment, Edwin added, "But Eluri is on the list."

　Half past one in the afternoon.

　When Luke Becky, the Dragon Slayer, cleaved the sky with his blade, an incredibly fierce duel finally came to an end. The next match was relatively uneventful, and Dark Dimon had already walked out of the player tunnel.

　He shook his head slightly and saw the audience waving at him from both sides of the passage.

　This section of the stands, offering a direct view of the athletes' entrance, can be considered "premium seating," giving spectators a chance to...

　Get up close and personal with your favorite contestants.

　Of course, the actual distance between them is still very far.

　Dak tilted his head back, smiled in response, then straightened his expression and, led by a staff member, headed to the reserved area.

　site.

　On the other side, Mike and Irving also made their appearance, which also drew cheers.

　As one of the few duelists in the academy skilled in [armor], he also relied on his appearance and unique characteristics...

　It has gained a lot of fans.

　Of course, compared to Darko Dimon, the difference becomes apparent.

　Dark Dimon's popularity in such a short period of time is quite rare, even in the history of the academy.

　Seen.

　The two met at the edge of the arena, where the duel was not yet over.

　They greeted each other, shook hands as was customary, and then chatted casually.

　Bathed in the slanting sunlight, Mike Irving's golden bangs shimmered with a dazzling light, further highlighting...

　His snow-white teeth.