After completing the Great Sin extraction, Dark bathed, meditated, and soon fell asleep.
The next morning, he casually picked up Three Thousand Items, Eight Thousand Refinement Methods from his bedside and read it for a while in bed.
Only afterward did he get up and wash, looking somewhat languid.
Yesterday's three consecutive duels, especially the final one against Sara, had truly drained a great deal of his mental energy.
First-time spectators of Magic Duels always felt that, since a duel lasted so little time, the duelists themselves should have it easy. But in truth, the mental strain of a duel where every second counted was beyond imagination.
When Magisters were highly focused, they subconsciously used magic power to accelerate their thoughts. Though the degree of acceleration was not great, it still caused their energy expenditure to multiply.
The magic Dark had tried to learn from several mathematics professors—the kind that could truly cause one's thinking speed to skyrocket—had similar drawbacks.
After washing up, he applied "Trash Slime" to his face, then left the washroom and sat down at his desk.
Not long after he sat down, DemiDevimon flew onto the balcony carrying a vegetable basket. Two rolled-up newspapers were tucked into it: the Great Sage Daily and the Clown Daily.
Ever since his second year, Dark had subscribed to newspapers of his own.
The collection point for the newspapers was the Cafeteria, where every student went each morning.
He pulled out the two newspapers and lifted the basket's lid. Then he spread a napkin over the table, took out the breakfast items one by one, arranged them on the napkin, and began eating in small bites.
Normally, the Magic Spirits would adorably gather around to beg for food, but now... they went to the Cafeteria to enjoy breakfast on their