Dark opened the letter and saw a reply that said, "Nothing happened," followed by a question asking what he had noticed.
He described his experience and sent it to Professor Sylph. About two minutes later, Professor Sylph sent another message.
Dark opened it and saw that she wanted him to focus on the tournament and not worry about matters outside it. She would handle them.
Dark could only reply, "Alright," before putting away the Professor Card.
Of course, he could not simply set his mind at ease.
But since even Professor Sylph said that nothing had happened, perhaps nothing really had happened last night.
At least, nothing that had affected the students or professors. "DemiDevimon, what do you think?"
Dark turned to look at DemiDevimon.
[DemiDevimon] raised the corner of its eye and swished its wings through several slashing motions: Soldiers come, generals block; water comes, earth dams!
"Pfft." Dark could not help laughing, then headed into the washroom to wash up and change.
Seven o'clock.
The twelve contestants from Saint Marian Academy gathered in the Cafeteria. Dark casually asked how everyone had slept the night before.
The moment he raised the question, Emma let out a long yawn, unable to hide her embarrassment.
"Stayed up late?" Dark asked.
Emma quickly shook her head. "No, I went to bed quite early. It just felt like I kept dreaming through the second half of the night, so I was a little tired when I woke up."
Dark's heart stirred. "What did you dream about?"
But when he asked, Emma's gaze suddenly drifted away, and she instinctively avoided his eyes.
"Why are you asking that?" Sara suddenly leaned over and shot Dark a glare.
Dark said seriously, "Just checking everyone's condition."
Sara said, "We dueled all day yesterday. How could it be