"Letting DemiDevimon answer the questions was absolutely the right strategy."
"Therefore, the Vampires and Werewolves will probably still target students in the same year."
"That said, since this is Bal Masqué, everyone is wearing costumes that conceal their identities rather than uniforms that directly reveal their year and house, so there is still a chance of picking the wrong opponent."
"As for my objectives, I'll hunt ghosts first, search for a few resource points, accumulate some credits, and then seek out third- and fourth-year upperclassmen to hunt!"
"And after becoming a Vampire, I won't need to worry about being caught and challenged to a duel by upperclassmen."
"That said, hunting lower-year students would be far too embarrassing. Most students probably wouldn't do something like that."
"And the odds of winning a duel against upperclassmen would be relatively low."
This was because, at eleven o'clock, the Sorting Card began to vibrate again.
Then, after a brief delay, he picked up his cane, brought DemiDevimon with him, and left the dormitory—because it was time to eat!
People were iron, and food was steel.
After making a simple plan, Dark resummoned his Magic Spirits, picked up the newspaper and a book, and began reading.
However, his plan to conserve his energy until exactly six in the evening did not come to pass.
Lunch was still lavish, and the rich scent of meat stimulated the appetite.
After choosing the food he liked, Dark carried his tray to his usual spot—to the empty table beside it.
There was no helping it. His usual spot had been taken.
Anyone who did not want to hole up in their dormitory and fill their stomach with stored provisions would choose to eat in the common room.
And this lunchtime was the perfect opportunity for those with intentions to