Night lay deep outside the window, and the only sound left around the lakeside villa was the soft rustling of the bamboo grove on the hill behind it.
Yūki leaned against the soft headboard, all traces of sleepiness long gone.
As a proper veteran Duelist, if word got back to the card-game forums of his previous life that his signature spirit had gone to sulk on the windowsill in the middle of the night, he would be nailed to the pillar of shame for at least half a year.
What did she mean, she couldn't help?
What did she mean, her attack was too low and she had become dead weight?
That was nothing but pure prejudice.
Throughout the vast history of Yu-Gi-Oh!'s card pool, Spellcasters had never had anything to do with barbaric fistfights.
Those who wielded magic needed to carry themselves like master mages.
Controlling the field, locking things down, negating every magical means the opponent relied on to survive, then leisurely claiming victory beneath their despairing gaze-that was the proper path for a mage.
Yūki took a deep breath and gave a silent mental command. A translucent, ghostly blue screen quietly spread out before his eyes.
The number in the currency balance field at the panel's upper right was particularly striking.
A full thirty-seven thousand eight hundred Duel Coins.
That hefty sum shone with a reassuring glow.
Yūki's gaze swept past the regular card pool and went straight to the exclusive Booster Pack section.
There, a Booster Pack icon hovered conspicuously, flickering with a soft, silvery-white light.
Its cover featured Silent Magician's exquisitely beautiful face, cool and ethereal.
[Silent Magician Exclusive Spirit Booster Pack].
Each pack cost three hundred Duel Coins.
"If I'm doing this, I'm going all out."
The corners of Yūki's mouth spread into a