Why Are You Turning On Lights in the Middle of the Night?

"Hermione, you need to understand that this match will only end once all the command flags have been taken. In other words, we won't be able to hold onto this flag forever.

"Besides, so many days have passed. Those people's injuries should have healed by now. Things won't stay as peaceful as they have been these past few days."

Bell tried to reason with and appeal to his team's "housekeeper," hoping to persuade her.

"But even so, we can hold it for a little longer. Every extra hour we hold out earns us another point."

That was a whole point!

They had spent so many days and paid such a huge price in their first match, yet they had only earned a little over forty points.

And now, in just three or four days, they had already earned over seventy points!

Although those points were destined to be deducted in the end...

The points they earned from here on out would all be pure profit!

For the past few days, she had been counting the time on her fingers every day, and she had finally made it to this moment!

"It won't be that easy to defend! After suffering a loss once, those people definitely won't enter the castle again. That means at least eighty percent of the traps we set up will become useless. And without the traps, the five of us won't be able to hold out for long."

Bell looked utterly pitiful, weak, and helpless. Once things truly reached that point, he would be the one who had to work the hardest.

He had no intention of exhausting himself guarding that lousy flag! With that time, he would rather roll around and play on a soft bed.

"But..."

"And besides, no matter how long we manage to