Yūki froze.
"You've become so strong now..."
Silent Magician lowered her head, her voice carrying an undisguisable sense of dejection and self-doubt.
"You can casually summon Dark Fusion behemoths that blot out the sky, and that... mechanical monster that can stack its attack all the way up to sixteen thousand in one go and nearly crack the field apart..."
She clutched the hem of her clothes, her voice sinking lower and lower.
"Little Snow can swing her Ice Hammer to get you out of trouble, and sometimes she can act cute off the field to cheer you up... Little Red, Little White, and Little Silver, who only arrived a few days ago, spend every day wrapped around your wrist, so full of energy..."
"But what about me?"
The mage sniffled, her voice so faint it seemed about to shatter in the wind.
"Other than gaining a tiny, insignificant bit of attack when you have lots of cards in your hand, when I face those monsters with thousands of attack and every resistance imaginable, it seems... I can't help you much at all anymore."
"I'm not even... worthy of standing on your field anymore."
After she finished, the entire bedroom fell deathly silent.
Yūki's Duelist radar blared frantic alarms inside his head!
Oh no! This was a huge problem!
His own decorated veteran, his foremost representative, his ice-queen spirit... she actually felt inferior! She was upset!
If he handled this badly, at best, his Bond with his spirit would plummet; at worst, every draw from now on would brick, and his opening hands would be nothing but high-Tribute vanillas!
Absolutely not! He had to root out this inner demon right here and now!
Those utterly clueless, straight-as-an-arrow Duelists who knew nothing but cards and had never even touched a girl's hand