The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　Beef stew, tacos, spaghetti bolognese, pizza, and some seafood flown in from Romexas, such as salmon sashimi, steamed lobster, and even fresh oysters.

　At the long table, the students ate happily, a masked band played music and sang on the stage among the flowers, and a masked dance troupe danced happily.

　Xingmo and Aurora started eating without any hesitation, especially Aurora, who ate so fast that afterimages appeared.

　Ophelia was not very interested in cutting a piece of fillet steak with a knife. She looked at the myoglobin flowing out from the cut and said gloomily:

　“It’s so noisy…”

　"You always have similar complaints," Principal Sphinx said with a smile, "Why don't you enjoy the carnival?"

　"I don't have legs for dancing," Ophelia muttered. "But I can do a wheelchair spin. Do you want to see it?"

　"Ah... this art is still too advanced for an old man like me..."

　"Come to think of it, Mogu'e didn't come?" Ophelia looked along the table and found that Mogu'e's seat was empty. "I thought this kind of scene..."

　"Who said I didn't come?"

　The voice came from behind. Ophelia turned around and saw Mogu'e walking towards her from not far away.

　To be honest, she is indeed tall. Today she is wearing a black corset and tight leather pants, which looks like... clothes prepared for a duel?

　After catching a glimpse of the faint light patterns flowing on the vest, Ophelia was certain that it was a dueling dress.

　She came in her dueling gown...

　Ophelia's brow furrowed slightly.

　"You are very concerned about me, Ophelia Thane," said Mogué, walking directly to the table. "You think that my self-esteem has been crushed and I am afraid to show myself, so you are going to talk to the headmaster, right?"

　"Mogué," Principal Sphinx said, "You shouldn't assume malice towards others."

　"That's assuming she doesn't mean anything to me," Mogué frowned. "Ophelia Sean, I don't want to argue with you. Today is Carnival, after all, a day to celebrate."

　Ophelia ignored her and picked up a piece of steak, chewing it calmly.

　Seeing that he was being ignored like this, Mogu took two steps back and immediately...

　He drew the rapier from his waist in public!

　"But! Don't forget, the highlight of the carnival banquet is the Christa Carnival Duel!"

　The sound of Mogu'e drawing his sword attracted the attention of the students. Several teachers stood up subconsciously, ready to be on guard against possible accidents at any time.

　Ophelia continued to eat her steak calmly, not even looking at it.

　"Mogué." Principal Sphinx scolded in a low voice.

　"What's wrong? I'm just following tradition. Don't worry, Headmaster." Mogu'e chuckled. "A friend coming from afar certainly needs to experience our local customs. After all, she's been in the Citadel for so long, so her mind may have completely changed!"

　At this point, Ophelia raised her head:

　"You're going to challenge me to a Krista Carnival Duel?"

　"Yes."

　Mogué bowed gracefully.

　She glanced at the Star Angel next to her, then turned her gaze back to Ophelia:

　"According to tradition, the loser only needs to put on a mask and dance."

　"Oh, I almost forgot, you can't dance now, can you?"

　"Then you rejected my invitation.

　It’s understandable…”

　"I accept."

　Ophelia put down her knife and fork, her expression calm.

　Under Mogu's astonished gaze, she pulled out her wand from her waist and placed it on the table:

　"as you wish."

Chapter 635 Greedy Crawling (Part 11) -4k- (Double Update in One)

　What Moguer obviously didn't expect was that Ophelia actually accepted the invitation to duel.

　She's a disabled person in a wheelchair. Duel? She even needs someone to push her when she goes out...

　And obviously, Ophelia also saw through Mogu's intentions -

　——A disabled person would naturally refuse an invitation to a duel.

　In front of so many people, Ophelia Sean, the head of the first department of the Extraordinary Department and a highly regarded outstanding graduate of Krista, rejected her invitation to duel.

　For Mogué, isn't this a way to save face?

　But Ophelia actually agreed to duel with her.

　""

　As the carnival banquet reached the middle, Principal Sphinx stood up and raised his wand.

　He lightly tapped, and pale blue light spread out, and the area in the center of the garden began to expand to both sides.

　As the space is defined into a larger form, a rectangular duel stage appears in the center of the garden.

　"I know what you all want to see," Principal Sphinx said with a smile to the cheers. "Yes, in Krista, dueling is a noble sport and an essential etiquette for the nobility. Dueling teaches us how to face danger gracefully and say to the fate that is upon us—"

　"not today!"

　"As per previous years' custom, we've already collected duel names from everyone two weeks ago. Some are to settle grudges, some for friendly communication. But according to our tradition, as in previous years, all grudges and disputes must be written off after this duel. The price for the loser is to wear a mask and dance!"

　"Children of Christa, your blood is burning. I can hear the bubbles rising from it. Very well, now, let us prepare for the duel!"

　At the principal's call, a professor stood up, picked up the list, and began to read out the students' names.

　This was a very novel experience for Xingmo: she watched two witches walk onto the stage. They were both wearing the uniforms of the Krista School of Magic: gray long skirts, green ties, black stockings and Mary Jane shoes. Although they were dressed like ladies, their faces were filled with malice as if they wanted to beat each other up.

　It's obvious that he came to power for personal vendetta.

　It's interesting to watch.

　"I'm going to prove you wrong!" a witch shouted.

　"You... all you think about is yourself..."

　The two witches drew their wands at the same time. The professor holding the list walked to the middle and raised his wand:

　"preparation--"

　"start!"

　"boom!"

　The two raised their wands and shot, and colorful lights exploded in the air, as brilliant as fireworks.

　They played towards each other almost without leaving any room for maneuver!

　"This isn't a competition, this is simply an attempt to silence someone." Aurora muttered.

　"Sensing carefully," Xing Mo whispered, "Look, there are pale blue light patterns on the arena. Those patterns point to certain laws."

　"The String of Truth?" Aurora frowned.

　"No, it's just the mantra, the power of the high-level dark elves," Xing Mo shook her head, "but to be able to use the mantra to this extent... is already very powerful..."

　That stage obviously possessed some kind of power that allowed both sides to fight to the hilt without killing each other.

　Aurora took a closer look, and when she saw a fireball explode on the girl's body, leaving only a faint blue light pattern, she understood.

　"It's not satisfying," Aurora shook her head. "Our dream duels are more interesting. You can fight anyone you want in there, even to the point of killing. And it hurts."

　"Ophelia glanced at Aurora and said nothing.

　"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

　Finally, the duel came to an end. One of the witches was knocked to her knees by a flash of fire. The pale blue light shattered and she fell to the ground.

　"The winner is decided!" The professor raised his wand.

　The failed girl lay on the ground in a mess, one of her shoes flew off. She fell there and struggled to get up.

　At this time, the winning girl picked up her shoes, walked up to her and helped her put them on.

　"Make peace with me, okay?" she whispered.

　Then Xingmo saw them hugging each other and crying.

　"Um..."

　Xingmo and Aurora looked at each other and smiled awkwardly.

　Youth is great.

　"Alright! Ladies, you can go down and cry later! We're going to continue!"

　"Next couple!"

　""

　Thus, Xingmo witnessed all kinds of situations in just half an hour.

　Sometimes two girls would fight each other, and after the fight they would either make up or turn around and leave.

　Sometimes two boys would fight each other, and after that neither of them would give in and would fight again.

　Of course, more often than not, after the duel is over, the resentment on both faces disappears, and the winner will most likely reach out his hand gracefully to pull the loser up, and everything in the past will disappear into thin air.

　Xingmo felt that this kind of activity was not really a bad thing.

　Interactions between people always bring friction.

　Emotions will arise when you rub against each other, and when the emotions accumulate, they will eventually burst out.

　At this time, having a way to vent emotions and solve problems is good for everyone.

　Of course, this has to be under the supervision of Principal Sphinx. If it is a private duel, it is hard to imagine what will happen.

　""

　Watching the duel lists coming up one after another, Ophelia picked up her coffee and took a small sip.

　"Miss Ophelia, do you really want to go?" Alia asked in a low voice beside her.

　"I have to go," Ophelia said calmly, "If I don't, won't she succeed?"

　"You're disabled, and her request is very rude and ungentlemanly," Alia whispered. "How about I take your place?"

　"No, I can do that."

　Ophelia smiled at Alia and nodded slightly:

　"Don't underestimate me. I just can't walk, not fight."

　"Be careful then," Alia warned, "If you lose, I don't think she will stop in time."

　"You might as well advise me to control my emotions if I win," Ophelia said with a smile, "After all, she slandered Star Angel like that before..."

　Ophelia picked up her wand from the table and gently stroked the delicate texture on its surface.

　At this time, another duel ended. Principal Sphinx stood up and opened his arms. The whole audience immediately fell silent.

　"According to the list, all students who applied for the duel have completed it, and each has gained something."

　Sphinx smiled and glanced at the eyes at the banquet:

　"Originally, our activities were almost over here, and the next part would be dancing and desserts."

　"But today! Our duel isn't over yet!"

　"I know you've been looking forward to this for a long time—Professor Moguer of this academy has challenged Miss Ophelia Thane to a duel, and the latter has gladly agreed!"

　Looking at the kind smile on the principal's face, Ophelia sighed.

　You're quite looking forward to it.

　""

　Mogué was the first to step onto the stage. She was wearing a dueling suit and looked a bit like a duelist, with the sword at her waist shining brightly.

　Some students cheered, while more remained silent.

　"You're not popular enough." Aurora complained.