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

　The Holy Grail is filled with the power of prayer, like wine.

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　Ripples, the deep background color is like the starry night sky, with speckled shimmering.

　Principal Arte raised her wand and gently flicked it, and instantly countless strands of golden light were drawn out from the Holy Grail, converging into a shimmering golden river.

　"Make a wish, and the Holy Grail will answer your prayers. But remember, the greedy will have nothing."

　Principal Art waved her wand, causing the golden river to rush towards the long table in the Magic Academy, illuminating each one in golden light.

　The power of prayer flows within it, exuding a mysterious aura.

　The first-year magic students immediately reached out their fingers to touch the golden light with delight.

　But the magic academy students in their second year and above had all closed their eyes.

　Then the first-year magic students suddenly woke up and quickly closed their eyes to pray.

　Students from other colleges could only feel envy and resentment.

　"I wonder how many people will be able to have their wishes fulfilled?"

　Dark, however, was slowly pondering.

　Saint Marian's Holy Grail is an extraordinary item; with enough prayer power, even legendary items have a chance of being obtained.

　Although the probability is extremely low, it is still possible.

　However, over the years, very few students have been willing to take this risk.

　Most students will choose the wish for "magic power increase" based on their past experience.

　That is a realistic wish with a high probability of being fulfilled.

　Dark had seen it on that "wish list," and the probability of "magic power increase" coming true was over 70%!

　In other words, unless you're extremely unlucky, you'll gain something.

　And the few students, because of the admonition that "the greedy will have nothing," will not make overly outrageous wishes.

　"Damn it, my candy house!"

　Dark automatically ignored Diana's muttering through gritted teeth.

　He would never tell Diana that the probability of the candy house coming true was over 80%!

　……

　About three minutes later.

　After Principal Arte's special reminder, even those who were hesitant quickly made their wishes.

　The Holy Grail behind the halo suddenly began to radiate outwards in concentric circles of dark ripples.

　The ripples actually pierced through space, spreading out from within the halo.

　It emanated out and radiated throughout the entire hall.

　Suddenly, a series of exclamations rang out from the area around the head mage's desk.

　Most of the students who wished for "increased magic power" were pleasantly surprised to find that their magic power suddenly became more active and increased to some extent.

　The students who wished for the actual item were overjoyed to find that what they wanted had appeared out of thin air on their desks.

　Of course, there are also many people who have nothing at all and are as if they have lost their parents.

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　However, the Holy Grail can only be used once. If you fail, you fail. At most, you can only look forward to next year's Academy Cup.

　……

　Once everyone had calmed down from their initial surprise, Principal Arte began to speak again.

　She first congratulated the students who achieved their wishes, and then expressed her regret to the students who did not, encouraging them to keep trying next year.

　Afterwards, Principal Arte recounted in detail all the important events that had occurred during the academic year.

　She was never at the academy, yet she knew everything that happened inside.

　In her narration, she praised those who succeeded and criticized those who caused trouble.

　Only then did they begin to talk about things related to sixth grade.

　As she spoke, some of the sixth-grade students began to sob softly, and the somber atmosphere of impending departure from school gradually intensified.

　After she finished speaking, she invited representatives from the four colleges of the sixth grade, as well as students who held important responsibilities, to come up and give speeches one by one.

　Then came the free speech time, during which every sixth-grade student could go on stage to speak and express their feelings about the impending separation.

　The entire event didn't end until 8 o'clock.

　Principal Arte then drew a magic card from the gourmet series, waved it gently at the audience, and all the tables were covered with exquisite delicacies.

　Dinner time has finally arrived.

　……

　There was nothing fancy or elaborate at tonight's dinner.

　After dinner, pastries and tea were served again, and the party moved on to the final individual dance segment.

　Everyone stood up and danced to the music beside their seats.

　That was both a summary of a year of college life and a farewell ceremony for the sixth-year students.

　There was no need to announce the end of the banquet; the students who had finished dancing left the auditorium one after another.

　Dak did not linger in the auditorium.

　He had just stood up when Diana and Rose followed him, laughing and joking.

　The three decided to take a short walk around the castle at the end of their year.

　The moonlight shone on my toes, which were then trampled beneath my feet.

　The summer evening breeze warms the heart.

　Dark didn't get to wander around for long before a wisp of "the blessing of the wind spirit" hidden in his hair automatically emerged and wrapped around his ear.

　Professor Sylph's voice then came from it.

　Dak suddenly paused and stopped walking.

　"What's wrong?" Diana asked quickly, and Rose also turned her head.

　Dark looked slightly surprised and said, "I have to go to the principal's office."

　……

　"Hate!"

　Diana and Rose clearly wanted to continue.

　But since the principal had summoned them, they had no choice but to give up.

　Dak then bid them farewell and headed toward Principal Arte's office.

　Even Dak rarely went in and out of the principal's office.

　He had no idea why the principal had suddenly summoned him, but he figured it could only be one of a few reasons.

　Besides, with Professor Sylph around, there's nothing to worry about.

　Not long after, he knocked on the principal's office door and went inside.

　……

Chapter 452 Darkdemon's Unexpected Joy (8k)

　校长室里的人并不少。104;116;116;112;58;47;47;119;119;119;46;50;99;121;120;115;119;46;99;111;109;47;

　Principal Arte, Professor Sylph, Professor Mitya, and Ophelia Brad were among them.

　As Dak pushed open the door, he was greeted by a fragrant breeze.

　Principal Arte was the most radiant moon in St. Marian, her silver hair as pure and immaculate as moonlight complementing her sky-blue eyes. She possessed a dreamlike and ethereal beauty, as if a gentle touch would shatter it.

　Professor Sylph possessed a unique charm characteristic of half-elves. Her pale golden hair seemed to blend into the wind, exuding a fresh fragrance of nature. When she smiled, it was as if a spring breeze was surrounding her, making her feel close and warm.

　Professor Mitya's attire, as always, had the style of an abyss witch, with her stunningly long eyelashes and light purple eyeshadow creating a bewitching aura.

　When the Blood Princess stops pretending, the contradiction between her blood-red hair and gentle demeanor creates a faint sense of mystery, as if covered by a veil, making people want to lift it up and see clearly.

　When the young Dark entered, it was like a lamb stepping into the domain of giants, destined to be devoured.

　Of course, he is not a lamb.

　"Dimmon, you're here?"

　Four ladies sat on either side of the tea table, the aroma of black tea wafting slowly from the teacups.

　Dark closed the door, nodded slightly, and said, "Good evening, everyone."

　“Come sit here.” Principal Arte shifted her body, making room between her and Sylph.

　Dak sat down somewhat awkwardly, as if he had suddenly been surrounded.

　The two little elves, who were busy on the table, quickly brought him a teapot and a teacup, and poured him a cup of black tea.

　He took the teacup, took a small sip, and tasted a hint of lemon.

　"How's it going? Does it taste good?"

　Principal Arte smiled softly.

　Dak said nostalgically, "It's lemon tea."

　Principal Art nodded and said, "This is lemon tea that I brought back from the City of Freedom. It's one of their specialties."

　"The principal has been to the City of Freedom?" Dark asked, somewhat surprised.

　Principal Arte recalled her experience there and couldn't help but laugh, "Yes, I stayed for quite a long time. Lord Montilfali was very hospitable."

　Dark thought for a moment and said, "The lord of the City of Freedom, I remember, was once a Sun Warrior?"

　“Yes,” Principal Arte said. “She and your mother were comrades-in-arms. Well, you’ll probably see her soon.”

　Dark: "Hmm?"

　Principal Arte held her slender, white fingers to her lips and blinked: "It's a secret."

　Are you trying to surprise me?

　Dark's face darkened, and he said, "Headmaster, is there something you need me for tonight?"

　“You’re not a very cute child,” Principal Arte said, turning to Ophelia Brad across from her. “I mainly want to thank you for saving Brad.”

　Dark said, "No, it was just a coincidence."

　Principal Art shook his head: "After the victory, everyone was immersed in ecstasy. Even after a full decade, that feeling has not dissipated. Many of us are no longer in the state of wartime, and have forgotten to investigate the various aspects of the war. Brad is a regret, but you have helped us make up for it."

　She then took a sip of her black tea and said, "Moreover, you intervened during the Demon King's suicide and reincarnation, which was crucial. Even I didn't expect that Brad would be able to create an opportunity for the Demon King to commit suicide within the seal by leveraging his connection with the Demon King."

　Ophelia Brad's face froze instantly, and she turned her gaze to the corner.

　That's not a good compliment.

　Principal Arte said, "No one could have imagined this in the last ten years, or perhaps they could have imagined it but couldn't do it. But the next ten years may be different. Ten years have allowed humanity, which was in ruins, to gradually regain its vitality, given the remnants of the demon race a chance to breathe, and provided fertile ground for the evil cult to grow. Every prophet friend I've asked says that this will be a watershed moment. Chaos will spread again, and may even be more insidious."

　Dak frowned.

　Principal Arte continued, "The rapid development of civilization is a double-edged sword. In the past decade, magical technology has grown explosively. However, humanity has failed to create a corresponding limiter, and the resulting disaster is only a matter of time."

　The sudden seriousness of the topic startled Dark, who couldn't help but ask, "Is there no other way?"

　Principal Arte shook his head and remained silent.

　Humans are animals that cannot be reasoned with; they only realize their mistakes when disaster truly strikes.

　Perhaps even then, they wouldn't realize they were wrong, because it might not even be considered a mistake.

　From different perspectives, right and wrong have different definitions.