With all the third-year students having been defeated by Dark Dimon without any suspense, she did not believe she had any chance of creating a miracle.
Thus, for this year's duel, she had originally only intended to go through the motions and take the opportunity to make her presence known to the younger students. That would have been enough.
Yet she had not expected the students around her to place such unrealistic hopes on her.
"Don't sell yourself short, Lydia. You can do it!" said the girl who had been her deskmate for two and a half years, clenching her fist.
"Aren't we praying for you? Anything can happen in a magic duel!" another girl chirped.
A third girl with a talent for divination said mysteriously, "Maybe Dark Dimon will get a horrible draw in this match? Like, five cards in his opening hand, and not a single Magic Spirit?"
"How could that happen?" Lydia Emerson rolled her eyes. "Luck may seem impossible to trace, but among those who charge ahead on the path of dueling, who has bad luck?"
"Then curse him!" Another girl blinked at her and suddenly said, "I recently found a method for making curse dolls in a book. Want to give it a try?"
Lydia Emerson: "..."
"Ah, enough." Lydia Emerson said. "Even if we made one now, it'd be too late. I need to go prepare."
As she spoke, she swung her legs down, stood up, and quickly fled amid the chattering in the background.
"For someone who can casually loot treasure chests in the Dungeon, luck? Damn it, I really want to make a straw doll and curse him!"
Lydia Emerson pursed her lips and turned into the contestants' passageway.
"Beep—"
A notification sounded from within the Sorting Card.
Dark took it