On the Blue Duelist Platform, Tom Nixon faced the unexpectedly enthusiastic audience in slight silence.
He had not actually had many chances to stand on a stage like this.
This Easter Duel Festival was more entertainment-oriented, had a shorter schedule, and was divided into upper and lower groups, which was why he had been given such an opportunity.
Of course, his own considerable strength was also an important factor.
In the second semester of his third year, he had indeed improved greatly.
But as he faced the support of so many spectators, something he could not quite understand himself suddenly stirred within him.
As he turned around, Tom Nixon raised both hands, plunged his fingers into his thick fringe, and forcefully swept it back, revealing his smooth forehead.
Then his gaze sharpened as he pressed a hand to the card table and channeled in magical power.
"The time for the hunt has come!"
"Is it finally starting?"
In a private room at the St. Marian Duel Branch Hall in the Free City, Lady Montilfali took a sip of tea and leaned lazily and casually against the back of her chair.
Having watched the matches since morning, Lady Montilfali no longer had any doubts about how outstanding Dark Dimon was.
It was simply that Dark's Magic Spirits had brought her too many surprises, to the point that she had begun to worry about matters beyond whether Dark himself was exceptional.
Moreover, she had carefully noticed that her daughter's emotions seemed somewhat unsettled as well.
But Aurora was not thinking about the same thing as her mother.
Dark Dimon's excessive brilliance had suddenly caused the girl, who had long prepared herself to raise a good-for-nothing, to lose her goal.
Meanwhile, Principal Arte, who was enjoying the delicious pastries, found the changes