Camilla immediately raised her guard, focusing her eyes as her body unconsciously settled into a stance. Her spear tilted slightly forward, her aura drawn inward.
Seeing how wary she was, Dark curled his lips into a faint smile and flicked a finger. The white die engraved with eighteen symbols of different colors instantly soared into the air.
"Wish Dice, Wish Dice, heed my wish—manifest at once!"
The magic power within him poured out like a flood, and the "Wish Dice" was like a starving white tiger, greedily devouring his magic power.
The attribute symbols on all eighteen faces lit up in succession. White and black light intertwined, while rainbow light in eighteen hues spun and shone, dazzling as neon lights.
Everyone's attention followed the multicolored light and converged upon it.
The maids strained to keep their eyes wide open, stubbornly enduring Camilla's slightly restrained "aura" as they awaited their young master's next performance.
This clash between Dark Dimon and the "Silver Wolf Knight" had completely changed their estimation of his strength.
In a pure contest of swordsmanship, their young master might not be her equal.
But in a battle of true strength, he was no weaker than anyone.
Thinking carefully, their young master had still been a child without the strength to
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even tie up a chicken before he went to school last year. Yet in less than a year, he had become so formidable. The world truly was wondrous.
Having lived in the estate year-round, the maids felt this deeply.
Perhaps one day, when their young master stepped onto the dueling stage again, they could take leave to watch as well.
As the maids entertained that thought, they suddenly noticed that the eighteen-sided
die had stopped spinning.
Then, the glowing symbols on