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Of course, Dark could never do something so low.

And if this matter were exposed, the main culprits, Dulong and Piers, would certainly be punished.

Fortunately, Dulong and Piers had some sense and had not directly plied the "Saint Son" with alcohol in the common lounge—probably not, anyway.

The few drunks downstairs seemed more like they had taken alcohol down there to drink their fill themselves. In that case, as long as no one else saw the "Saint Son" drunk into a Muk-like mess, this would remain a secret buried in memory, and they could turn the page for now.

"What a headache. Why is every one of them so troublesome?" Dark rubbed his forehead and turned to leave.

He truly could not be bothered to look at that "Saint Son."

Nor could he be bothered to think about how the "Saint Son" had been successfully persuaded to drink. Too boring.

Dark's Magic Spirits began to act after hearing DemiDevimon's message.

Before long, the second-year corridor would surely return to its usual peaceful state.

Dark entered his dormitory, sat down at his desk, then opened the box, took out the scabbard, and placed it on the tabletop.

His decision to bring the scabbard back had not been without purpose. A scabbard was only useful if there was a sword to go with it.

And in his dormitory, there happened to be a sword that had long lacked a scabbard. Though their dimensions differed slightly, the length was suitable enough.

Thus, Dark's original plan had been to bring back the scabbard and try sheathing the sword in it.

Would putting the sword into the scabbard trigger something?

With that thought, Dark stood again and took from the rack the Jade Holy Sword that had been stored in his dormitory for a