After the goddess incident last semester, the members of the Seafood Cult had become excessively well-behaved.
Because of their personalities, they did not interact much with their classmates either. Thus, the "Vampire incident" Victor and the others had learned of was fortunately never spread.
Investigating with so little basic information was inherently very difficult.
The plan to lure the snake from its hole had also failed to produce results.
After that night, no one approached the entrance to the secret passage again.
It was as if the operation that night had merely been a passing whim.
But the investigation had not stopped.
The plan had simply shifted from short-term to long-term.
This week seemed to pass in the blink of an eye.
Only three days remained until the end of January.
Aside from studying as usual and assisting with the investigation, Dark had practically become Miltank's charger, charging a whole pile of Finisher Cards every day.
Ever since its first outing, Miltank had become utterly addicted to it.
Though it instinctively chose to go out only when the night was quiet and deep, the legend of the pink little dairy cow had gradually begun to spread through the Castle.
Every time Miltank went out, it brought along a Magic Spirit that paid to ride.
The fare, however, had been lowered again and again, from three Little Red Flowers to just one.
Even so, it was still a very heavy burden for Magic Spirits without a fixed income.
The emergence of spending had genuinely and effectively stimulated economic growth.
In order to earn more Little Red Flowers, the Magic Spirits had become far more proactive in their studies.
The entire economic circle had begun developing in a positive direction.
This phenomenon had actually taken Dark by surprise.
He had been busy