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

　In an instant, the airflow that was wrapped around the sword transformed into sword energy and swept outwards.

　There aren't many fancy or flashy things.

　The red and blue light prison that bound him, the rapidly approaching "Photosynthesis Cannon", and the ranged ultimate attacks of the other two magical spirits.

　They were all annihilated and destroyed in this seemingly ordinary sword strike.

　The "sword energy" that swept out like a wind blade easily tore through the defenses of the five magical spirits.

　Their corpses transformed into magical starlight at the same moment, rising slowly like fireflies in the night.

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　This scene, which occurred in a corner of the venue, did not attract much attention.

　But Darko Dimon's ranking actually rose to third place!

　Devimon, having quickly racked up 9 points, didn't even glance at the stunned Luther and the others below. With a mere flap of its wings, it charged towards the next magical spirit!

　That sword strike in "Sword Dance" state not only pierced through five magical spirits, but also ignited their fighting spirit.

　The long-suppressed demonic nature was gradually unleashed.

　It stuck out its tongue and licked the corner of its mouth, its eyes turning a deep bloodshot color.

　……

　The City of Freedom.

　Duel Branch Hall.

　Box No. 1.

　Lord Montilfari observes Dark Dimon through Principal Arte's magic.

　While feeling slightly shocked, her brows gradually furrowed.

　"Arte, what's going on with this demon species?"

　“That’s Dark Dimon’s familiar.”

　Principal Art said it casually.

　Lord Montilfali's doubts persisted: "The Magic Spirit Card was obtained by sealing the familiar with the 'Curse Cage'? And how did its form change?"

　Principal Art said, "You guessed it, it's the 'Curse Cage.' As for its shape changes, that's the result of Dimon's personal research."

　"Personal research findings?" Lord Montilfali said immediately. "I'm not doubting you, but it really wasn't researched by Alvett or anyone else, but given to him by the professor?"

　Principal Art smiled slightly: "I don't think so."

　Seeing that Principal Arte was completely unmoved, Lord Montilfali knew she wouldn't get anything out of her on this matter.

　But that wasn't all she cared about: "I remember that familiars are summoned through Sorting Cards and are closely related to an individual's magic power, knowledge, personality, and other factors. Simply put, a familiar is a manifestation of an individual's inner qualities. What kind of person is someone whose familiar is a little devil? Can I trust him?"

　Principal Arte said, "This has no necessary connection to one's inner self."

　“I don’t want to hear your nonsense,” Lord Montilfari interrupted her abruptly, then said thoughtfully, “I will see for myself. Aurora, you should also take a good look. A woman shouldn’t put all her eggs in one basket, especially when the heart of that tree might already be rotten!”

　Aurora sat upright in her seat, but was looking curiously at the sword in Devimon's hand.

　Since it was just a projection, she couldn't sense the faint aura of the holy sword emanating from the "single sword sheath".

　But special things always attract attention spontaneously.

　Upon hearing her mother's words, she quickly responded with an "Mmm".

　Lord Montilfari looked at her well-behaved daughter, still feeling uneasy.

　Even the worst rumors about the duke's son had their limits.

　But if his mind is like a demon, then it's on a completely different level.

　In this situation, the more outstanding he appears on the surface, the more wary he should be.

　Perhaps we should have had a chance to see Aurora in person before she enrolled, instead of blindly believing that even if Aurette spoiled her, she wouldn't raise that kind of child.

　……

　While Lord Montilfarie was deeply worried about this, the Valkyrie, as Dak's mother, was completely absorbed in her son's phenomenal performance.

　Lord Montilfali was not a mage by training, but a mage warrior who had finally achieved a semi-professional career.

　She is bound by old ideas and prejudiced against demons, but Alvitt is not.

　She cheered for her son like any ordinary mother, her right hand, which was waving frantically, tightly gripping the "Gatomon" model.

　It's actually quite easy to draw "Gatomon", which is only a D-rank. She has already drawn several and plans to collect a dozen to fill a circle around her.

　……

　"He's even more amazing than he was on Halloween."

　Princess Anqi rested her chin on her hand and whispered.

　You Shulou said, "We will become powerful too."

　……

　Claire took in the entire scene of Devimon unleashing "Sword Dance," and felt a sense of extreme imbalance from the sword in Devimon's hand.

　Within that imbalance lies a vague sense of familiarity.

　"What kind of sword is that?"

　"What other sword could it be? The Holy Sword, of course."

　Arvit suddenly stopped and responded casually.

　Claire paused slightly, then asked in surprise, "The Holy Sword?"

　Alvitt casually said, "The Holy Sword isn't something unique. What's wrong with my darling having one?"

　Claire: "But he doesn't have the qualities of a hero."

　Alvit: "Who told you that only heroes can wield the Holy Sword?"

　Claire's expression froze; there was indeed someone who defied convention in front of her.

　But Dark Dimon...

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　"Go, Dak!"

　"Go, Diana!"

　Rose shouted loudly, and the first-year students from the noble academy around her seemed to have assumed she was the cheerleader captain, shouting along with her in an unexpectedly synchronized manner.

　Pandora, not far away, squinted as she observed the Devimon wielding the "Single Sword Sheath." She gained a new understanding of the strength of Dark's magical spirit.

　……

　While everyone is working hard and encouraging him, there are also those who don't want things to go well for Dak.

　"What happened? Will it ever get better?"

　Angus Jeffrey, the president of the Society for the Study of Aristocratic History, was gritting his teeth.

　Oligo Rutherford did indeed trip up Dark Dimon as he had intended. But now it all looks like he was just throwing his life away.

　Those players who took advantage of the situation to launch a coordinated attack were all useless.

　Even though there's only one third-year student, they can't even handle a first-year student!

　The mere mention of third-year students immediately brings to mind that good-for-nothing Mike Irving.

　If Irving can perform better in this audition, it's not impossible for him to be accepted back...

　→It's really tough to be in a situation where you have no one to rely on.

　……

　In the circular dueling arena.

　Mike Owen skillfully commanded his magical sprites, relentlessly reaping the lives of low-level magical sprites.

　He did not go looking for Dark Dimon as Jeffrey had hoped, nor did he even bother to look for him.

　The winner takes all, the loser eats dust.

　The victor owns everything.

　This Easter Duel Festival, Mike Owen's goal is simple—to win!

　……

　Suddenly, a figure slowly rose from the very center of the circular dueling arena.

　A melody like the sound of a clear spring echoed.

　And rise.

　A frigid wind swirled around.

　An extremely cold aura radiated outwards.

　Amidst Qingyue's shouts, a terrifying blizzard swept through the center of the arena!

　……

　Dark Dimon looked up sharply at the center of the arena and saw a rare human-type magic elf, dressed in a pure white gauze dress and wearing an ice crystal crown, floating in mid-air.

　Under the watchful eyes of countless people, it raised its scepter high, and the crystal ball at the top of the scepter emitted an icy blue aurora.

　Ice energy in its...

　A visible vortex forms beneath it, and a violent blizzard radiates outward from it, while a huge and terrifying snow tornado rises upward!

　The contestants with magical spirits nearby suddenly changed color and hurriedly shouted, trying to get their magical spirits to retreat immediately.

　But in the blink of an eye, a blizzard had already formed.

　The surrounding magical spirits were shrouded in snow and disappeared into a white expanse.

　A massive snow tornado swept in, engulfing a large number of magical spirits and relentlessly eroding their lives.

　On the big screen, the score next to a certain name is constantly being updated with a skyrocketing trend.

　Winnie Skadi's name instantly soared to the top!

　……

　"A six-star ice-type human species—the 'Ice Maiden'!"

　In an instant, Darke recognized the incomparably beautiful "Ice Maiden" in the sky.

　As one of the few magical spirits with an A-level popularity rating, "Ice Maiden's" good looks are a huge plus.

　Like the A-grade model "Pure White Dragon Princess" in Dark's hands, she gained immense popularity due to her "beauty" characteristic.

　The holder of the "Ice Maiden" is Winnie Skadi, a third-year student at the Magic Academy—a descendant of the Sage of Winter!

　To win this Easter Duel Festival, this senior student, whom I've only met a few times, is an obstacle I must overcome.

　Darko Dimon felt the pressure.

　……

　At this time.

　After reaping several more low-level magical spirits, the demon beast suddenly felt a chill run down its spine, as if it were being targeted by a venomous snake.

　The massive attack of "Ice Maiden" attracted the attention of both humans and magical spirits. However, Devimon, being naturally alert, sensed the danger immediately.

　It almost instinctively swung the "single sword sheath" behind it.

　But what came rushing from behind was not an unstoppable attack, but a lump of black mud!

　"not good!"

　Devimon's heart skipped a beat as he realized that the "scabbard" was immediately blocked after it pierced the mud, as if the entire sword was stuck.

　But that lump of mud suddenly expanded, turning into a giant maw that fiercely devoured it!

　"Aww!"