This way, he could have someone else kill that demon-species spirit.
And no matter what, Dark Demon would never be able to tell that he was the one targeting him.
"Perfect!"
Ruther's heart gradually settled.
As long as that Devimon was killed, Dark Demon's combat strength would suffer, and if he then failed to qualify because of it, Ruther could go claim the credit before the president, all neat and proper.
And sure enough...
Contestant No. 75, who had just had one Magic Guide Spirit slain by Devimon, immediately summoned a new Magic Guide Spirit.
That Magic Guide Spirit looked exactly like a trumpet flower, but its roots and stem were as thick as a water barrel, and its trumpet-shaped petals glinted with a metallic sheen.
It was none other than the three-star, Grass-type Magic Guide Spirit—"Turret Flower"!
[Card Name: Turret Flower]
[Type: Spirit Card]
[Level: ???]
[Species: Plant Species]
[Attribute: Grass-type]
[Magic: 900]
[Attack: 1700]
[Defense: 200]
[Ultimate Move: Photosynthesis Cannon]
A blue card with only a single Ultimate Move.
Its magic was on the weak side, and its defense could basically be ignored.
Even its mobility was nearly zero.
But its base attack power exceeded the top-tier value by a full 200!
As a three-star Magic Guide Spirit Card, Turret Flower's defining feature stood out vividly—that being "all-out offense"!
The "Photosynthesis Cannon" fired from its trumpet-like barrel was tremendously powerful.
Each shot of "Photosynthesis Cannon" consumed a full 300 magic.
A single blast was enough that even some second-tier Magic Guide Cards might not be able to withstand it!
Facing the Devimon bound by the red-and-blue light cage, Contestant No. 75 had chosen the most aggressive Magic Guide Spirit that could be summoned at once.
...
It was not just Contestant No. 75; even Contestant No. 72 and Contestant No. 70 to Ruther's left swung their barrels around.
They had no grudge against Devimon, but they didn't mind kicking it while it was down at this crucial moment, eliminating this nearby threat.
Almost simultaneously.
The three contestants' Magic Guide Spirits, at their Magic Guide Masters' command, unleashed their respective Ultimate Moves.
No. 75's "Turret Flower" served as the main damage dealer, and the "Photosynthesis Cannon" released from its trumpet carried more than a hint of "[Solar Beam]" to it.
The moment Ruther saw "Turret Flower's" opening move, his heart grew even calmer.
If this "Turret Flower's" "Photosynthesis Cannon" could land cleanly, that demon-species spirit would be dead, or at least crippled!
But just as he rejoiced, he suddenly heard an utterly composed voice come from not far to his right.
"Devimon, Swords Dance."
...
Bound within the light cage, Devimon showed not a trace of panic from beginning to end.
As it watched the Magic Guide Spirits gradually turning toward it, the curve of its mouth instead grew wider and wider.
In this very moment...
Devimon spread both arms and drew its sword from its sheath.
Holding the sword in its right claw, it mimicked the motions Gatomon had tested back in the dormitory, standing this purple-tinged-white longsword upright before itself, the blade aligned with the brow, both eyes converging on the center line.
Then, it abruptly let out a violent roar and, with a speed that seemed slow yet was truly swift, swept the longsword horizontally to the right, tracing an arc—and as this single stroke cut through, a fierce current of air had already appeared in the air.
That airflow gradually multiplied, coiling around its entire body.
Its footwork shifted and weaved as it danced the blade through empty space.
In an instant it thrust forward!
"Whoosh——"
A gale roared up.
The airflow wrapped around its body gathered along its right arm, spinning and coiling onto the "Holy Sword" held in its right hand.
Even though it could not bring out "Swords Dance" to its upper limit.
At the moment of a successful release, the 50% lower bound was already enough.
The next stroke swung with the aid of "Swords Dance" could reach an attack power of 4200!
An attack power of 4200—in terms of raw numbers it was equivalent to the base attack of an eight- or nine-star Magic Guide Spirit.
Though it only amounted to a single plain auto-attack stroke without using an Ultimate Move, against a mere first-tier Magic Guide Spirit, it was a genuine dimensional-reduction strike!
Just as the light orb of that "Photosynthesis Cannon" came shooting in, Devimon swept its sword horizontally, like a peacock spreading its tail.
In that instant, the airflow coiling around the blade transformed into blade-energy and swept out in all directions.
There was nothing flashy or fancy about it.
The red-and-blue light cage binding it, the rapidly incoming "Photosynthesis Cannon," and the ranged Ultimate Moves of the other two Magic Guide Spirits—
all of them were strangled and shattered within this utterly unremarkable single stroke.
The "blade-energy" sweeping out like wind blades effortlessly tore apart the defenses of five Magic Guide Spirits.
Their corpses turned into the starlight of magic at that same moment, rising slowly like fireflies in the night.
[Points +5]
...
This scene that unfolded in a corner of the arena did not draw much attention.
But Dark Demon's ranking had genuinely climbed to third place!
Having greedily racked up 9 points so soon after the start, Devimon didn't even glance at Ruther and the others below, who wore stunned expressions—with just a single beat of its wings, it charged at the next Magic Guide Spirit!
That earlier stroke in its "Swords Dance" state had not only cut clean through five Magic Guide Spirits, it had also brought out its bloodthirst.
Its long-suppressed demonic nature was gradually being stirred awake.
It stuck out its tongue, licked the corner of its mouth, and a deep bloody hue welled up in its eyes.
...
The Free City.
The Dueling Branch Hall.
Box No. 1.
City Lord Montielfali observed Dark Demon through Principal Cynthia's magic.
While feeling a faint shock in her heart, her brow also gradually furrowed.
"Cynthia, what is going on with this demon-species spirit?"
"That is Dark Demon's familiar." Principal Cynthia said offhandedly.
But City Lord Montielfali's skepticism did not vanish: "A Magic Guide Spirit Card obtained by sealing a familiar with '[Curse Cage]'? And how did its change of form come about?"
Principal Cynthia said, "Just as you guessed, it's '[Curse Cage].' As for its change of form, that is Demon's own personal research achievement."
"A personal research achievement?" City Lord Montielfali said at once, "I'm not doubting your word, but is that really not something Alvit or someone else worked out and taught to him?"
Principal Cynthia smiled faintly: "I think not."
Watching Principal Cynthia's utterly impervious manner, City Lord Montielfali knew she would get nothing more out of her on this matter.
But that wasn't the only thing she cared about: "As I recall, a familiar is summoned by a Sorting Card, and is closely tied to factors like one's magic, knowledge, and personality. Put simply, a familiar is the embodiment of one's inner nature. A person whose familiar is a little demon—what exactly is in his heart? Can I trust him?"
Principal Cynthia said, "This has no necessary connection to one's heart."
"I don't want to hear you muddle things over like that." City Lord Montielfali cut her off directly, then mused, "I will see with my own eyes. Aurora, you watch closely too. A woman mustn't hang herself on a single tree. Especially when the core of that tree may already be rotten!"
Aurora sat properly in her seat, but she was just then curiously looking at the sword in Devimon's hand.
After all, it was only a projection, and she could not feel that faint trace of holy sword aura leaking from the "Honedge."
But something special will always draw attention of its own accord.
Hearing her mother's words just then, she hurriedly gave an "Mm."
Looking at her own well-behaved daughter, City Lord Montielfali was still uneasy.
However bad the past rumors about the duke's son had been, there was still a limit to them.
But if his heart were like a demon's, that would be an entirely different level altogether.
In that case, the more outstanding he appeared on the surface, the more worthy of vigilance he became.
Perhaps, before Aurora enrolled, she should find a chance to see him with her own eyes, rather than blindly trusting that Alvit, however doting, would never raise such a child.
...
While City Lord Montielfali fretted over this, the Valkyrie who was Dark's mother was completely immersed in her son's performance—like a dragon dropped into a fish pond.
City Lord Montielfali was not of Magic Guide Master origin, but rather a Magic Guide Warrior who had half-switched her vocation midway.
She was bound by old notions and held prejudice against demon-species spirits, but Alvit would not be like that.
She cheered for her son like any ordinary mother, her frantically waving right hand gripping tight the model of "Gatomon."
A "Gatomon" that was still only D-rank was indeed quite easy to draw, and she had already drawn several—she planned to gather a full dozen and line up a whole ring of them.
...
"He's gotten even more impressive than he was at Halloween." Third Princess Angie murmured, propping up her chin.
Second Princess Anna, however, said indifferently, "We'll get stronger too."
...
Claire took in the whole scene of Devimon releasing "Swords Dance," and felt that the sword in Devimon's hand gave her a deeply unbalanced sensation.
And within that imbalance was hidden a faint, vague familiarity.
"What exactly is that sword?"
"What else could it be? A Holy Sword, of course." Alvit suddenly paused and responded offhandedly.
Claire was slightly stunned, and said in surprise, "A Holy Sword?"
Alvit said casually, "A Holy Sword isn't some one-of-a-kind thing. So what if my little treasure has one?"
Claire: "But he doesn't have the qualifications of a Hero."
Alvit: "Who told you only a Hero can wield a Holy Sword?"
Claire's expression stiffened—there was indeed someone sitting right in front of her who broke conventions.
But Dark Demon...
"Dark, go for it!"
"Diana, go for it!"
Rose shouted with all her might, and the first-year Noble House students around her seemed to have tacitly appointed her as cheerleading captain, joining in her cheers—surprisingly in unison.
Not far away, Pandora narrowed her eyes and observed the Devimon wielding "Honedge," gaining a new understanding of the strength of Dark's Magic Guide Spirit.
...
While this side cheered hard, there were of course also those who didn't wish Dark well.
"What's going on? Is this ever going to work out or not?"
Angus Jeffrey, president of the Noble History Research Society, was gritting his teeth.
Oligo Ruther had indeed tripped up Dark Demon as Jeffrey had wished, but right now it looked, by any measure, like he was just handing out free kills.
Those few contestants who had piled on opportunistically were all good-for-nothings too.
Even though one of them was a third-year, they couldn't even deal with a single first-year!
At the mention of third-years, Jeffrey thought of that good-for-nothing Mike Owen.
If Owen could perform a little better in this qualifier, it wasn't as though Jeffrey couldn't take him back in...
—Having no one to use at hand really is hard to bear.
...
In the circular dueling arena.
Mike Owen smoothly and freely commanded his Magic Guide Spirit, continuously reaping the lives of low-star Magic Guide Spirits.
He did not, as Jeffrey wished, deliberately seek out Dark Demon—he didn't even deliberately look his way.
The victor is king, the loser eats dust.
The victor possesses everything.
This time at the Easter Dueling Festival, Mike Owen's goal was plain and simple—victory!
...
All of a sudden,
a figure rose slowly at the very center of the circular dueling arena.
A melody like the ringing flow of a clear spring echoed up.
An icy, cold wind swirled round and round.
An extremely frigid aura radiated outward.
Amid a clear and resounding cry, a terrifying blizzard kicked up at the center of the arena!
...
Dark Demon abruptly raised his head toward the center of the arena, and saw a rare Human-species Magic Guide Spirit, clad in a pure white gauze skirt and wearing an ice-crystal crown, hovering in midair.
Under countless gazes, it raised its scepter high, and the crystal orb atop the scepter released an ice-blue aurora.
Under its control, Ice-type energy formed a visible vortex, and the violent blizzard radiated outward with it at the center—a huge, terrifying snow tornado was rising upward!
The contestants whose Magic Guide Spirits were nearby abruptly changed color, each hastily crying out, trying to make their Magic Guide Spirits retreat at once.
But in that blink of an instant, the blizzard had already formed.
The surrounding Magic Guide Spirits were shrouded in wind and snow, vanishing into a stretch of white.
The enormous snow tornado swept in, drawing great numbers of Magic Guide Spirits into the vortex and continuously wearing down their lives.
The points behind a certain name on the big screen kept updating in a soaring surge.
Winnie Skadi's name shot to the top in an instant!
...
"The six-star Ice-type Human-species spirit—'Frost Maiden'!"
Dark instantly recognized the incomparably beautiful "Frost Maiden" in the sky.
As one of the few Magic Guide Spirits with an A-grade popularity rating, "Frost Maiden's" looks were a major bonus point.
Like the A-grade model "Pure White Dragon Princess" in Dark's hand, both had earned extremely high popularity thanks to the trait of "beauty."
And the holder of "Frost Maiden" was Winnie Skadi of the third-year Magic House—a descendant of the Sage of Winter!
To win this Easter Dueling Festival, this senior with whom he'd had only a few chance encounters was a hurdle that had to be crossed.
Dark Demon felt the pressure.
...
Just at this moment...
Devimon, which had once again harvested several low-star Magic Guide Spirits, suddenly felt a hair-raising chill, as if it had been fixed in the gaze of a venomous serpent.
"Frost Maiden's" large-scale Ultimate Move had drawn the attention of people and Magic Guide Spirits alike, but Devimon was alert by nature, and still sensed the danger the very first instant.
Almost on instinct, it swung "Honedge" behind itself.
But what pounced from behind was not some irresistibly sharp attack—it was a lump of pitch-black sludge!
"Not good!"
Devimon's heart sank, and it found that "Honedge," after piercing into the sludge, was immediately stuck fast, as if the whole sword had been glued in place.
And that lump of sludge suddenly expanded, turning into a giant maw that lunged to devour it whole!
"Gulp!"
In the blink of an eye.
The tall Devimon was swallowed by the sludge, sword and all.
And the owner of this "sludge"—Thomas Brown of the third-year Noble House—did not let down his guard.
A third-year like Mike Owen, Thomas Brown's father belonged to Earl Jeffrey's command, a sort of vanguard pawn.
Thus from the start he had been bound to Angus Jeffrey's warship.
Thinking about problems from Jeffrey's standpoint was the politically correct thing for him to do.
In such a situation, Mike Owen was his competitor.
Now that Mike Owen had been marginalized, it was his chance to vie for advancement.
Creating some real, substantive trouble for Dark Demon and winning Jeffrey's favor was one route to replacing Owen's position in President Jeffrey's heart.
Lately, Dark Demon had clearly become a sharp thorn in President Jeffrey's heart.
Even setting aside gathering forces and growing the society, President Jeffrey still wanted to teach him a harsh lesson.
Thomas Brown was precisely the faithful executor of his orders.
[Card Name: Swamp Fiend]
[Type: Spirit Card]
[Level: ????]
[Species: Elemental Species]
[Attribute: Ground-type / Poison-type]
[Magic: 1500]
[Attack: 1600]
[Defense: 1400]
[Ultimate Moves: Swamp Trap, Devour Art, Magic Swamp Seal]
The orange card with a full three Ultimate Moves—"Swamp Fiend"—was precisely one of the trump cards in Thomas Brown's hand.
Although its three stats of magic, attack, and defense only reached the level of a top-tier three-star, its three Ultimate Moves were extremely powerful and could be wielded with ease.
Relying on a sudden sneak attack, "Swamp Fiend" had successfully swallowed that demon-species spirit into its belly.
Swamp Fiend's defense was not high, but its nature as an Elemental Species let it, to a certain degree, be immune to physical piercing.
Whether it was Devimon's Death Claw or Honedge's cutting, neither could deal it any true damage.
Once Devimon was swallowed into its belly, "Swamp Fiend" could use the Ultimate Move "Magic Swamp Seal" to completely lock Devimon inside, then use "Devour Art" to drain its magic dry!
...
"'Teleportation' use failed?"
The information coming through "Devimon's" Magic Guide Card made Dark feel shock.
He could clearly sense that Devimon had produced a trace of wavering after "Teleportation" failed.
But on the surface he still kept his composure.
"Two possibilities: the Ultimate Move has been sealed, or the space has been locked down."
"Judging from this Swamp Fiend's manner, the latter is more likely."
"Since teleporting isn't allowed, then break the lockdown!"
Dark abruptly shouted, "Devimon, Razor Wing!"
Devimon, which had been about to attempt "Death Claw," immediately switched to "Razor Wing."
The razor-like beams released from its wings sliced open "Swamp Fiend's" body in the blink of an eye.
A gap was torn open in "Magic Swamp Seal."
Before "Swamp Fiend's" wound could close, "Devimon's" eyes flashed, and it immediately used "Teleportation."
This time, "Teleportation" met no further obstruction.
Devimon appeared with utter abruptness right above "Swamp Fiend."
Its gaze flickered with bloodlight, and the fury of being "imprisoned" rose to its brow.
But Dark, as its Magic Guide Master, would not act on emotion over so small a setback.
After a swift analysis, he immediately shouted, "Fly up!"
Devimon abruptly spread its wings and, going against the urge to strike at once, flew up into the high sky.
Several attacks thus fell on empty air.
The nearby contestants whose "kicking-while-down" had failed immediately directed their Magic Guide Spirits to turn and attack other Magic Guide Spirits.
A tall tree catches the wind.
Devimon had swept across everything along the way, and was already being eyed by many.
Only, its performance was rather tricky to deal with, and there was no data on it at all in the standard illustrated guides, so out of caution the contestants had kept choosing to avoid it.
After this tentative strike failed, the next attempt would likely be even more cautious.
By now that "Swamp Fiend" had fallen to the ground and turned into a swamp.
Cold sweat seeped down Thomas Brown's back.
He had never imagined this Devimon would have such a powerful spell-type Ultimate Move.
Just a hair more, and "Swamp Fiend" would have been instantly killed outright.
Now it could only transform into "Swamp Trap" and lick its wounds.
But if Devimon attacked it at this moment, that would play right into his hands—it would surely be devoured by "Swamp Trap"!
...
The Devimon in the air glanced at the pool of swamp on the ground, but had already calmed down.
"I'm not stupid, you know."
It muttered inwardly, and turned to charge toward a place with more prey.
Inheriting DemiDevimon's cunning, beneath Devimon's ferocious exterior lay a delicate, calculating mind.
It was only that the effect of "Pride" would at times make it overly arrogant.
But once it settled its heart, there was no way it would be lured by such an obvious trap.
This entire arena was packed with low-star little cuties; it had no wish to waste time on that rotten-stinking sludge monster.
The summoning of high-star Magic Guide Spirits usually employed Sacrificial Summoning.
And to sacrifice, one needed sacrifices.
To use low-star Magic Guide Spirits as sacrifices, one had to bear the risk of being hunted.
Of course, Magic Guide Masters could also choose to summon a four-star, second-tier Magic Guide Spirit by means of normal summoning, spending a minute or so to do it.
As for five-star Magic Guide Spirits that required over ten minutes of summoning time, those weren't quite suitable.
In fact, Thomas Brown's "Swamp Fiend" had been summoned this way.
And Dark had likewise been seeking a chance to summon a four-star Magic Guide Spirit.
A pity that in such a chaotic melee it wasn't easy to summon "Magic Guide Scribe," or else he could just fold his hands and watch, letting "Magic Guide Scribe" do the work.
"Still, given the current situation, having 'Devimon' is enough."
Dark no longer paid any attention to Thomas Brown's "Swamp Fiend."
In a battle royale like this, running into any kind of ambush was normal, and only those with ulterior motives would take it especially to heart.
The continuously growing points kept his ranking fluctuating between 3rd and 6th place.
Before the thirty-minute match time entered its final phase, relying on "Devimon" was enough to hold the situation.
By comparison, some other contestants did not have things so convenient.
They needed to better manage their magic, promptly swapping out a Magic Guide Spirit after it had gone three to five minutes of "no consumption" time, so as to keep magic consumption within a bearable range.
Although the Magic Guide Master had a slightly lower threshold than the Mage, it was after all still a vocation that demanded talent.
A Magic Guide Master with mediocre magic talent had to spend far more effort to make up for this deficiency—the energy required was several times greater.
...
Devimon's "massacre" continued for a dozen-odd minutes.
During that time it ran into more than one bout of targeting and quite a few powerful high-star Magic Guide Spirits, but it chose to avoid them all.
When avoidance was truly impossible, it used "Teleportation" to switch battlefields.
In one "chance" encounter, it ran into Thomas Brown's Swamp Fiend again, and casually fired off a "Razor Wing" whose cooldown had come up, "accidentally" sending it off to the western paradise.
And so Devimon's mind grew clear and at ease.
In the broader environment, even if Thomas Brown schemed by every means to target Devimon, it was very difficult.
Because he too was the prey of stronger hunters!
Following "Frost Maiden's" "Blizzard Tornado," yet another third-year student summoned a high-star Magic Guide Spirit and used a wide-area Ultimate Move to complete a wave of harvesting.
The contest for the top eight rankings grew ever more fierce.
...
Roughly twenty minutes or so later.
The low-star Magic Guide Spirits on the field had already been nearly cleared out, and those remaining were uniformly second-tier or above.
The arena, which had originally been somewhat crowded, now had open patches as well.
Most of the "just here to participate" contestants had by this point chosen to give up.
Even if they didn't want to give up, the "negative scores" behind their names forced them to do so whether they liked it or not.
Dark had looked for Diana's name on the big screen.
But even Diana had already dropped to who-knows-which corner.
The first-year contestants had lost their traces without the slightest ripple.
But Diana's mood was actually rather good.
After all, her points were in the "positive."
Among a whole batch of "negative-score" contestants, she still belonged to the "winning side."
"Not going negative on points is a victory!"
And the "negative-score" contestant who had provided her with a great deal of "positive points"—Virt Gold—was at this moment twitching at the corner of his mouth, the last "Holy Sword Spell" in his hand still finding no chance to be used.
"Sigh."
Emma and Sara sighed one after another, and likewise chose to give up.
The materials they had obtained from dungeon adventuring had let them successfully hold onto a "positive score," but that was as far as it went.
Under the hunting of the top third-year and second-year students, they had already given it everything they had.
To put it in a self-consoling way—defeated with glory, then.
...
And the first-year students who had come to a stop one after another naturally focused their attention on the only first-year still active on the field—Dark Demon.
"As expected of Dark!"
Teddy Doron let out who-knew-which sigh of admiration.
Diana, too, silently cheered for Dark in her heart.
The qualifier battle royale had carried on until now, and though the situation grew ever more intense, the front-runners had already become clear.
The descendant of the Sage of Winter—Winnie Skadi—sat lofty in first place.
A third-year Noble House student, son of a meritorious baron—Stuart Fawn—was in second place.
A third-year Fool's House student, a mixed-blood born in the slums—Tom Nixon—was in third place.
Only after them came the mutual scramble among a dozen or twenty contestants.
Dark Demon was at this moment in sixth place, liable at any time to be overtaken by latecomers.
The points advantage he had built up early on by bullying little babies was also being rapidly caught up.
"For the final ten minutes, it seems using only Devimon won't be enough to clear the stage."
Dark's mental focus gradually concentrated.
His fingers slid through his card pack, and in the end he gave up on "Gatomon," preparing to let "Leomon" come out and see the world.
"Leomon," which had never set foot on a battlefield, badly needed some experience.
Besides, he could already more or less sense that Devimon was nearly at its limit...
Quite a few third-year seniors, male and female, already looked upon Devimon with eyes full of impatience.
Elusive and ghostlike, slithering through the dueling arena like a loach and ceaselessly slaughtering the little babies, "Devimon" had long since reaped countless ill will.
It was time to swap in another Magic Guide Spirit, and let big brother Leomon—brimming with justice—give the seniors' eyes a good washing.
Dark silently began to summon "Popplio" and "Hawlucha," preparing to offer them up as sacrifices.
Probably because he had made no moves at all for nearly twenty minutes since the start of the match, the area around him was empty, with not a single Magic Guide Spirit nearby...
This time the Sacrificial Summoning went very smoothly, and the "Leomon" that surfaced from the Sacrificial Summoning circle knelt on one knee, its face full of righteousness.
The appearance of such an aura-laden Magic Guide Spirit drew attention to Dark Demon once again.
Especially City Lord Montielfali of the Free City—she was instantly captivated by this warrior overflowing with "the aura of a Hero"!
Tall and mighty, oozing dominance, brimming with justice, holding fast to gentleness.
No matter which trait, every one struck right into City Lord Montielfali's sweet spot.
Compared to that Devimon, this Leomon was simply the polar opposite!
It made City Lord Montielfali can't help but think of her own late husband—though her husband had not been tall, in terms of justice and gentleness he had been extremely similar to this Leomon.
But why could a single Magic Guide Spirit make people form such an impression the very first instant they saw it?
Her instinct as a warrior made City Lord Montielfali abruptly come to her senses.
Her gaze toward Leomon once again filled with doubt.
"Mother, don't you think the sword in Devimon's hand suits this big lion better?"
Aurora's casual words.
Made her gaze turn grave.
...
If Gatomon's "qualifications of a Hero" were reserved and profound,
then Leomon's "qualifications of a Hero" were outward and flamboyant.
The Ultimate Move "Heart of Justice" made it seem to carry a halo of justice all its own; even just standing there, it would make people unconsciously form a sense of trust.
...
"Want to spar a bit?"
From a little further off, a voice suddenly rang out, reaching Dark's ears.
Dark turned his head, and saw a second-year Noble House senior—Ma Li Bond—stretching out a hand, her index finger beckoning provocatively.
Wearing a single ponytail, clean and dashing, Ma Li had some fame within the academy.
But Dark's impression of her still came from the Halloween event, when she had kicked Scott's Three-Eyed Squid flying with one foot.
That slender violence, the clean and decisive way she handled things, the full confidence in her own strength—all of it was extremely eye-catching.
"That's a Fighting-type Magic Guide Spirit of yours, isn't it?" Seeing Dark turn around, Ma Li folded her arms and said with a smile.
Standing beside her was a Magic Guide Spirit—a tiger-man in plain blue cloth garb!
...
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