His capacity for thought—that is, [Enlightenment]—had been completed.
But this was not entirely a good thing for the functionality of the [Magic Brain Dropper] itself.
Once the [Magic Brain Dropper] possessed thoughts of its own, the thought matter extracted with it would inevitably be contaminated by
"Why think so much? We can just buy a new one when the time comes."
Dark said lightly, then began teasing the [Magic Brain Dropper] with great interest.
"Eee!"
The [Magic Brain Dropper] suddenly opened its mouth and sucked on his fingertip, warm and wet.
Time flew by like a galloping white steed.
It felt as though he had only blinked, and it was already Friday, March 13th.
This week's [Golden Cup] point matches finally began amid the pink atmosphere brought on by the approaching White Day.
All the contestants preparing to make a push for the main tournament were also rubbing their hands together, eager to try.
The notice board outside the Castle displayed the full schedule for all three days.
The St. Marian Duel Branch Halls spread across the land had long since publicized it far and wide.
This was a three-month-long grand event, a carnival for duel enthusiasts. Those who regarded Saint Marian Academy's duels as the only "orthodox" form of dueling also participated enthusiastically through watching, cheering, spending money, betting, and more.
Within the academy, students from every grade and every house gathered before the notice boards, voicing all manner of opinions about this week's schedule.
"Still didn't get matched up!"
Someone in the crowd suddenly let out a long sigh.
When the people around him asked why he was sighing, he abruptly shut his mouth, shook his head, and walked away.
Only after he left did someone quietly reveal, "That was the vice president of the [Silver Dragon Lady]