Visiting Grandpa Mutou

"I won!"

Judai happily flashed a victory sign.

"That was such a fun Duel!"

Though he said that, his opponent was currently sprawled on the floor, eyes rolled back, foam spilling from his mouth, his body twitching from time to time. He clearly did not look like he agreed.

But Judai did not mind.

It was a Dark Duel, after all. Losing always came with a price. Besides, he was helping cultists trapped in darkness break free from the cult's control. The unpleasant side effects were merely part of the process.

Oh, no, wait. He had nearly forgotten again. Judai recalled that, strictly speaking, he was now part of the Darkness Faction, while the enemy belonged to the Light Faction. If anything, his mission should have been to help cultists trapped in the light return to darkness.

Whatever. That was not important.

The important thing was that he was doing a good deed. Through a fun Duel, no less.

So Judai left the Society member foaming at the mouth behind and smiled at the remaining people.

"Who's next?"

The remaining members all shuddered. Whenever the boy's gaze swept over them, they instinctively lowered their heads and avoided eye contact, like failing students afraid of being called on by the teacher.

"You?" Judai casually pointed at one of them. "Come on, Duel!"

The man trembled all over and hurriedly shook his head. "N-No, no, no! I've already come to my senses!"

"Eh?" Judai froze.

The man hurriedly tore off the gleaming white uniform he wore, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it forcefully onto the ground. Then, with obvious disgust, he stomped on it twice.

"Come to think of it, why was I even wearing something like this? What was I doing before?"

The people behind him stared blankly at