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

　"It is said that Caleb Norris arrived at St. Marian Academy early this morning."

　Claire sat in the front row, reporting Eve's message to Alvitt.

　The three were surrounded by a barrier that not only blocked out sound, but also blurred their figures.

　As both a maid and bodyguard, Aoli was always on high alert. The current situation in the capital allowed no room for error.

　Although it's not quite at the point where everyone is on edge, there's a faint sense of unease and fear.

　The Duke's mansion is in the eye of the storm, and even if it's just to avoid suspicion, it has to be cautious.

　"That means Caleb Norris will be away from the capital for up to a month."

　Arvit's words hit the nail on the head.

　Claire said, "It seems that the Holy Church is also consolidating its power and does not want to have a direct conflict with that person in the capital."

　"Their focus is probably no longer on the capital," said Arvit.

　Claire said, "At this point, we really can't keep our focus limited to the kingdom. I wonder what news Chris will bring back."

　"I hope it's good news," said Arvit.

　His tone always carried a hint of worry.

　In contrast to the busy scene at the Duke's mansion, Prince Charles seemed to have suddenly become idle, at least on the surface.

　So that afternoon, he also came to the royal branch of St. Mary's Academy, naturally to kill time.

　In the capital city today, Prince Charles is probably the most leisurely of all the important figures.

　However, no one knows what he was really thinking.

　Inside St. Marian College.

　Audrey Joan of Arc, who entered the library at noon, showed no sign of leaving the sea of ​​books.

　Evan Pearson, however, had already left the library with Tommy Smith before 1:30.

　His mood at this moment was not at all as exhilarating as when he had just defeated the "Son of the Hero"; on the contrary, it was quite terrible.

　However, he maintained a cold expression on the surface, and only Tommy Smith, who knew him very well, could see the change in his emotions.

　From the moment he learned that the "guide" who was in charge of receiving them was actually a contestant in the "Golden Cup" main event, Evan Pearson's mood deteriorated rapidly!

　Thinking back carefully to what they said after contacting the "guide," there was a strange sense of irony.

　Evan Pearson, right in front of them, boasted that he would defeat them.

　Even Tommy Smith couldn't help but feel embarrassed for him.

　When Darke, under their persistent questioning, uttered the phrase "preparing for the Gold Cup main event," Tommy Smith instinctively felt that Evan Pearson was about to dig his toes into the floor.

　Of course, Tommy Smith himself also developed extremely negative emotions as a result.

　He almost instinctively assumed that Dark had always seen them as "clowns," and a surge of malice welled up within him.

　But after his initial anger subsided, he realized that thinking that way would be tantamount to admitting that he and the "Holy Son" were "clowns."

　Therefore, he immediately abandoned the idea.

　However, the unpleasant feeling of being made a fool of like a clown lingered.

　Tommy Smith, malice breeds.

　If even the guardian knight felt this way, the "Holy Son" himself must have felt it even more deeply. But Evan Pearson possessed a special blessing that would automatically activate when his emotional fluctuations exceeded a set threshold, forcing him to calm down.

　Therefore, he did not harbor excessive malice despite his bad mood. This special blessing was undoubtedly something Dakenk longed for, but Dakenk was unaware of it at the time.

　As Evan Pearson entered the open-air dueling arena under the watchful eyes of the crowd, all he wanted to do was see just how powerful his fellow second-year student, "Guide," really was.

　Of course, what he would rather see is the "guide" being tortured and killed by the upperclassmen!

　"Excuse me, are you the Holy Son?"

　As Evan Pearson was looking for a suitable seat in the ring to watch the game, an unnamed senior from the Aristocratic History Research Society approached him.

　Because the senior student was sincere and respectful, Evan Pearson accepted his invitation and went to the area that the Society for the Study of Aristocratic History had reserved in advance.

　Then, Edwin Clarissa, the president of the Society for the Study of Aristocratic History, personally received him.

　Regardless of one's stance, showing goodwill towards the only "holy son" chosen by the Holy Church in the past decade or so is, in most cases, a choice that aligns with one's own interests.

　Of course, in Edwin's view, the problem wasn't that people were trying to be nice to him, but that they weren't.

　Evan Pearson's status was, after all, special, and if we didn't show him proper courtesy, it could easily become a source of gossip later.

　After exchanging identities, they both sat down in the front row.

　Edwin was very friendly, but Evan Pearson showed no interest and only gave a perfunctory reply.

　But after the initial contact, Evan Pearson seemed to suddenly realize that Edwin, as the president of the Society for the Study of the History of Nobles, should know a lot about the House of Lords, so he tried to ask him.

　That question hit the nail on the head!

　Putting everything else aside, Edwin Clarissa is now a veritable expert on Dark Demon, and her understanding of Dark is definitely among the best of the students at the academy.

　However, Edwin Clarissa is so shrewd that she certainly wouldn't tell everything.

　But from the limited information he revealed, Evan Pearson gradually sketched out a concrete image of a super genius in his mind.

　His expression grew even colder.

　However, his emotions at this moment were not actually at their peak.

　After all, no matter how good Darko Dimon is in reality, there is no direct competition between them yet.

　Although he was arrogant, he did not consider himself to be "number one in the world".

　After all, there are far too many people in this world who create legends. Among those he sees every day, there is Audrey Joan of Arc, who is in no way inferior to him. Evan Pearson is still pondering.

　As more and more teachers and students entered the venue, magnificent music gradually filled the open-air duel arena.

　At around 1:45, Dark entered the open-air dueling arena, which was painted a golden yellow.

　The midday sun shone into the dueling arena, reflecting a dazzling brilliance.

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　At the very center of the dueling arena, a huge dueling arena slowly rose up, and a series of high-class directional platforms floated up with it.

　You can see musicians positioned on a high platform in the air, playing instruments such as pianos or wind instruments, surrounding the central stage, which serves as the host's platform, as it slowly rotates.

　Suddenly, students riding flying beasts rushed into the arena and performed magnificent riding skills in the air.

　The audience, who came with high expectations, were quickly captivated by the riders' superb skills, and the previously unrestrained commotion gradually quieted down.

　Students from different grades entered the dueling arena in small groups and found seats in the circular audience area.

　The second-year boys from the aristocratic college searched for Evan Pearson's whereabouts, but after being surprised to find that he had been invited by the upperclassmen first, they had no choice but to give up and instead support Dark Dimon, who was ready to cheer him on.

　Despite being a sophomore, Dak was able to shine in a competition for senior students like the "Golden Cup," and his classmates from the same college were all proud of him.

　In a small corner, Diana and Rose sandwiched Ergani between them, sharing snacks with her.

　The little bird, Guhuon, sat on Ergani's lap, a book resting on its round head.

　Ergani is the biggest secret of St. Marian Academy. But her powers have already manifested, and she won't be so easily discovered.

　The professors' only request to her was to try to avoid Archbishop Caleb Norris and the exchange students.

　At the same time.

　The second-year boys from the Knights Academy gathered at the Dragon Training Platform to bid farewell to Witt Gold and Justin Wayne.

　Witt really wanted to watch the opening ceremony of the Gold Cup before leaving. But he wasn't the one who made the plan.

　As for Betty, a few classmates came to see her off, but it wasn't as grand as what Victor and Justin did. It was more like a "farewell party," almost like reciting a poem, "The hero goes forth, never to return."

　Finally, the exchange students hugged their friends goodbye and boarded the flying dragons one by one, taking to the sky under the guidance of their professor.

　The students in the open-air dueling arena suddenly looked up at the sky and saw three flying dragons soaring into the sky.

　Dark looked up as the dragon's figure disappeared through the barrier's gate, raised his hand, waved it gently, and then turned to enter the contestant's passage.

　The road splits into two, each person goes one way.

　The top 16 finalists of this year's "Golden Cup" gathered in the same players' lounge before 2 p.m.

　When Dak entered, led by staff, half of the contestants were already inside drinking tea.

　He glanced around and spotted "Fairy Princess" Eluri Clarissa, who winked at him and beckoned him to join her.

　Dark walked over and smiled, "Senior Clarissa, so early!" Eluri Clarissa smiled and said, "Coming early means I can stay here longer. Otherwise, it would be so tragic to work so hard to get into the main tournament, only to be eliminated in the first round."

　"Then we can only pray that we don't get targeted by someone," Dak said. Eluri Clarissa gestured toward the door and said, "Look, someone's here."

　Dak immediately stopped smiling and sat up straight.

　After entering through the door, the person walked straight over and sat down naturally to the side of Dak.

　"What are you talking about, laughing so happily?" Pandora Doragon said softly.

　Dark said in a serious tone, "We're discussing whether we should just send the championship trophy directly to your dorm room, senior."

　Pandora glanced at him and said, "I'm a little thirsty." "Okay." Dark skillfully poured tea and water, "Please, senior." Pandora picked up the water glass, took a sip, and said with satisfaction, "Good girl. Since you're so obedient, when it's my turn, I'll definitely choose you."

　Dark's face darkened, and he said, "I'm thirsty too."

　Pandora then handed him the water glass: "Here." Dak opened his mouth, took a sip, and indicated that it was very sweet.

　Eluri Clarissa couldn't help but move to the other side, indicating that she found it disgusting.

　The upperclassmen who had been following "Silver Dragon Girl" for years couldn't help but widen their eyes.

　The romance between Pandora Doragon and her junior, who was three years younger than her, was suddenly revealed to everyone.

　The previously rampant rumors were suddenly confirmed. Several people's gazes towards Darke changed.

　The atmosphere in the players' lounge finally had a hint of tension, like the tension before a duel.

Chapter 871 [Child of the Stars] Dark Dimon (4k)

　Pandora Drogon has held the top spot in her grade since her second year.

　Among his classmates, there were many talented and hardworking individuals, but none of them could shake his position.

　It's unclear when it started, but she had become the unattainable beauty in the eyes of the boys.

　Nicknames such as "the prom wall" and "Valentine's Day nightmare" were often bestowed upon her.

　But this doesn't mean that all the boys have given up on pursuing her. In fact, there are quite a few men in her fan club, including top-ranking students in the upper grades who are confident in their looks, family background, or abilities, and they have all been eyeing their chance.

　Right now, quite a few people in this players' lounge share this sentiment.

　Among them, Luke Becky, a sixth-year student from the Fool's House known as the "Dragon Slayer," was one of those who revealed his hand early on.

　Meanwhile, another sixth-year student, who was not currently at the academy but was even more well-known—"Baron of the Night" Noah Sharp—had also harbored clear intentions all along.

　Noah Sharp, the "Baron of the Night," is second only to Pandora in fame. In many people's eyes, they are quite a perfect match.

　For a time, even Noah Sharp himself had similar thoughts.

　Then, in a moment of impulse, he chose to send Pandora a Valentine's Day chocolate with a love letter attached.

　Of course, he didn't receive any reply. His Valentine's Day chocolates were unsurprisingly drowned in a sea of ​​chocolates, and eventually... probably became the material for creating a certain magic card.

　Noah Sharp, the "Night Baron," is a more subtle type of confession, while Luke Becky, the "Dragon Slayer," is more direct.

　On a sudden whim one weekend, he brought roses to the library front desk and, in front of many people, confessed his love to Pandora on the spot.

　Although he, like many others before him, was rejected without hesitation, his courage is still admirable.

　With even Noah Sharp and Luke Becky failing, almost no one believed that anyone could pluck that unattainable flower during their school days.

　However, everything changed suddenly with the arrival of that person.

　In Pandora's own words, it was about meeting the right person at the right time.

　Even after acknowledging their relationship, Pandora and Dark rarely appeared together, and even less often did they behave so naturally and intimately in front of others as they did today.

　This sudden and irrefutable evidence is indeed hard to accept for those who have always admired her.

　What's more, the person Pandora chose was a junior from school who was three years younger than her.

　Although age is not an obstacle to a relationship, when the woman is much older than the man, it always gives people the feeling that they are not a good match.