Dark, of course, couldn't be hoodwinked by it.
He narrowed his eyes at Sylveon and whispered, "Get up."
"Mi~" Sylveon twisted its waist.
Dark gave a cold harrumph. "One."
Sylveon: "Mi?"
Dark: "Two."
Sylveon: "Mi!"
Its ears instantly perked up, and its ribbon feelers tensed subconsciously.
Anyone with a brain knew that this couldn't be a reward, so it could only be a punishment!
Sylveon's stock of little red flowers had been in a deficit for years. The share it earned from hard work on homework every day had to be used to pay the entrance fee to [Miltank], so its savings were dwindling, and it had long been shrouded in the halo of poverty.
Every single little red flower deducted was a direct strike to the soul, a despairing heartache.
But Dark's voice continued to sound ruthlessly: "Three."
Sylveon's heart was still struggling.
Dark: "Four."
Sylveon: "Mi!"
It stood up abruptly, panic revealed in its eyes. Two feelers reached over cautiously and hooked onto its Master's wrist.
It was begging for mercy~
"Ten deducted in advance."
Dark harrumphed coldly. After putting down his schoolbag, he turned around. "Follow me."
"Mi! (Wasn't it four? How did it jump to ten!)"
Sylveon's inner world collapsed, its expression miserable and despairing.
But in order not to have its score deducted into the negatives, it had to lower its head and follow behind Dark out of Room 201.
As soon as they left the dormitory, they exited the range of [Paradise].
Sylveon could clearly feel its body becoming less agile than before.
But fortunately, Magic Guide Spirits had an innate grasp of basic power, so it adapted before long.
Ten minutes later, Sylveon was brought to St. Marian's canteen kitchen.
Dark stood behind it, arms crossed, his face solemn.
Sylveon squatted on the ground, its two paws clasped together, bowing repeatedly to the Halfling Cook, looking like a bitter beggar.
The Halfling Cook looked at this vividly expressive Magic Guide Spirit with a face full of kindness, involuntarily reminded of that bat familiar that didn't appear this morning.
She said kindly, "Alright, I'll go make a pot of special sobriety soup for you guys right now."
Dark kicked Sylveon's butt lightly, urging, "Aren't you going to thank Auntie?"
"Mi!" Sylveon hurriedly nodded and bowed again.
The Halfling Cook smiled and went to prepare the ingredients.
After she left, Dark leaned against the wall near the edge so as not to disturb the other Halfling cooks.
Sylveon scooted over cautiously, clinging to his leg and squeezing its face against it hard.
Sylveon, used [Charm]!
"If you make a mistake, you have to pay the price. Only when you know pain will you learn to be vigilant."
Dark's gaze was slightly cold, ignoring Sylveon's attempts to cozy up.
The passing Halfling cooks looked curiously at this person and pet, but after learning the truth, most of them looked at Sylveon with tolerant gazes.
Clearly, they were all paragons of "a doting mother spoils the child."
Dark himself was a "failed product of excessive doting," so he was very vigilant about this.
Just like DemiDevimon's behavior after evolving into Devimon back then—although excusable, it could not be allowed to run unchecked.
Sylveon's subjective wrongdoing required education even more.
Although the Magic Guide Spirits were powerful, their minds were still young and not fully sound.
As their Master, Dark's behavior would have a huge impact on their mental growth.
The more obvious ones were actually DemiDevimon and Gatomon.
DemiDevimon was originally a cunning, scheming, lie-filled inferior Demon, but now it only occasionally talked big and was as honest as a child.
Oh, it was a child to begin with.
As for Gatomon, its pride and diligence were passed down directly from Dark.
He only hoped that after this incident, Sylveon would learn its lesson.
Next time, even if it wants to pull a stunt, don't be so stupid!
A quarter of an hour later.
Dark obtained a pot of special sobriety soup from the Halfling Cook.
This stuff had been used on Professor Lily before, and the effect was not bad.
Coupled with the fact that the Magic Guide Spirits weren't deeply drunk, they should sober up before long.
Dark led Sylveon back, gradually noticing that more and more students were gathering outside the castle.
Students were gliding on the frozen lake surface like swans, and people were building snowmen and having snowball fights everywhere by the lake, enjoying themselves immensely.
His mood gradually calmed down—in fact, he wasn't really angry, just putting on a show~
When they returned to the dormitory, Dark handed the task of feeding the sobriety soup to Sylveon, then sat at his desk, pulled out a book, and began to read slowly.
This afternoon, he wanted to enjoy life as much as possible.
About another half hour passed before the Magic Guide Spirits woke up one by one.
The culprit, Sylveon, was cornered by them against the wall, the shadow of revenge gradually encroaching.
Seeing that Sylveon was about to star in "[Sylveon · Tragedy]," Dark couldn't help but say amusedly, "Alright, everyone get ready. Around two o'clock, I'll take you out to see the snow."
As soon as these words came out, the Magic Guide Spirits instantly stopped, pricking up their ears to look at him one by one, desperate to verify if they had heard wrong.
Dark slowly repeated it: "You can bring some snacks and milk, treat it as the last winter outing of winter... although it's actually spring now. But remember to collect your trash when returning. We are civilized tourists, understand?"
"Moo-moo!"
"Popplio!"
"Wow!"
The Magic Guide Spirits surrounding Sylveon instantly scattered, each excitedly finding their own small bags and stuffing snacks into them desperately.
Of course, there were also those like [Shuckle] carrying a small drawing board.
That was prepared by Dark after he noticed its talent for painting.
Gatomon's cat ears twitched, and it began to select a picture book suitable for reading in the snow from its collection.
It was gradually acquiring a bit of an artistic flair.
DemiDevimon was the fastest to dig out a scarf and hat, wearing them before even stepping out the door.
The other Magic Guide Spirits, although lacking hats, all followed suit and wrapped their scarves properly.
It was just that [Trash Slime]'s body size was too small; its scarf was fashioned into a swaddling cloth by [Magic Beast (Ditto)], who then packed it inside.
[Miltank], of course, wouldn't forget to fill up its [Ultimate Move: Milk Drink].
With Dark watching outside, it wanted to try wandering a bit further.
Popplio, who was ready first, had already started dancing, balancing a huge bubble bump by bump.
In short, with all this bustle, time passed quickly.
Dark stuffed items like a notebook, books, and a tea cup into his schoolbag, then took down [Paradise] and put it into his card pouch.
He didn't recall all the Magic Guide Spirits into their Magic Guide Cards but led them out the door in a mighty contingent.
Anyway, quite a few people in the academy already knew that the little milk cow who always wandered around with cuties was the Magic Guide Spirit of the first-year Noble House student—Dark Demon!
As for the consumption of magic power.
Just for this stretch of road to re-deploying [Paradise], he could withstand it easily.
Whether it was a winter outing or spring outing, the "outing" was the key.
Traveling all the way from the starting point to the destination was also an experience.
Dark clearly remembered that in elementary school, he would carry his schoolbag, line up, and walk all the way to parks and other places under the leadership of teachers.
The happiness from that time was hard to find again in amusement parks after growing up.
Diana and Rose, who appeared at the door of Room 201 on time, probably never expected their team to be so massive.
Both young girls had changed into beautiful winter clothes; scarves, gloves, hats—everything was there.
Diana looked eager to give it a try, estimating that she was already fantasizing about building the biggest snowman in St. Marian in her head!
However, when she saw the Magic Guide Spirits filing out timidly from Dark's dormitory, the idea of a snowball fight, which had been shelved before, overwhelmed the thought of building a snowman again.
Originally, she thought there would be no one to have a snowball fight with, but now there was absolutely no need to worry!
Dark let her mingle with the Magic Guide Spirits, walking at the very front like a kindergarten class monitor, becoming the locomotive of the team.
He himself walked side by side with Rose.
This large group of people and pets walked down the stairs in a mighty manner, arriving at the Noble House Common Room.
The chirping sounds of the Magic Guide Spirits and Diana surged into the Common Room along with them.
The male and female students huddling by the fireplace for warmth in the Common Room had their attention firmly seized in an instant.
This unprecedentedly grand scene made them almost forget the matters at hand.
Even the couples being lovey-dovey froze.
It wasn't that no one liked to walk around with Magic Guide Spirits, but taking such a large group along...
Was it because he had too much magic power or what?
Moreover, the expressions and movements of this group of Magic Guide Spirits looked like living creatures no matter how one looked at them; each one seemed to have grown up eating cuteness!
In the past, there was a profession called "Beast Tamer" that used tamed magical beasts to fight.
When they traveled, it was often in such droves.
But in this era, Beast Tamers, who lagged far behind the times, were almost extinct, seen only in circuses.
At this moment, Dark had a bit of a Beast Tamer's flair.
It wasn't until Diana and the Magic Guide Spirits' train drove out of the Common Room that the students of the Noble House suddenly snapped back to reality.
Then, a volcano-like discussion erupted.
A few girls whispered amongst themselves and couldn't resist following.
They didn't think of rushing up to hug one away; just watching that group of little guys from afar gave rise to a feeling of satisfaction.
Under such circumstances, a student who was a permanent resident in the Common Room suddenly stood up and quietly walked upstairs.
Noble House Tower, Room 501.
Angus Jeffrey, the President of the Noble History Research Society, was drinking afternoon tea surrounded by club members.
Angus Jeffrey was a fourth-year student. He had become the president of the Noble History Research Society in the second half of his third year, and it had been almost a year now.
Ever since the last Rookie Tournament, where the second-year honor student Elsie Kevin he assigned was not only defeated in a duel by Dark Demon but also became a super background board highlighting Dark, he had been somewhat quiet for a period.
The Noble History Research Society was not a monolith.
Once he made a major mistake in decision-making that damaged the collective interests or caused a major loss to the club's reputation, even as the president, he could be squeezed out.
In fact, the decision he made against Dark during the Rookie Tournament was already considered a failure, constituting a considerable loss to the club's reputation.
When clashing with other clubs some time ago, he was even mocked on the spot and was unable to refute it.
For this reason, he needed to do something to make up for this loss.
Thus, when someone told him that Dark was traveling with a large number of Magic Guide Spirits, he knew his chance had come!
Releasing Magic Guide Spirits externally consumes a large amount of magic power; this is obviously common sense among common sense!
Although Dark Demon's magic talent seemed very strong, humans themselves had limits.
No matter how strong he was, he couldn't consume it unscrupulously.
As long as he seized the moment when his magic power was exhausted, he could make a small move to kill his prestige.
Once Dark Demon made a fool of himself in public, Angus Jeffrey would be considered to have won a round back.
And this small move also had its particulars.
It must be within the scope of the rules.
St. Marian Academy explicitly prohibited fighting and brawling but advocated solving all disputes in the form of duels.
Plus, it was Valentine's Day, a time prone to disputes; the timing and location were all on his side.
Finally, only the "people" factor remained.
But this "people" problem was a big difficulty.
Jeffrey took a sip of tea and couldn't help looking at the club members around him, asking, "Well, does anyone have a recommendation?"
The members lowered their heads at his question.
Recommendation?
Recommend who?
Even Elsie Kevin wasn't his match; who else could they recommend?
Go find the second-year Ma Li for a round of real-life combat?
If they really went, it was hard to say who would be the one getting beaten!
But excluding the second years, could they possibly go find third years, fourth years, or even fifth years?
Hey!
Finding a second-year to deal with Dark Demon last time was already embarrassing enough, okay?
The guy is a first-year student who has only been enrolled for a little over half a year!
"I think."
Jeffrey's confidant, Mike Owen, brushed the curly hair on his forehead and said, "Dark Demon is not an ordinary person after all, and he openly defeated Kevin in the Rookie Tournament. So, it wouldn't be considered shameful if we find a third-year."
Jeffrey turned his gaze to him and asked, "So, Owen, do you have a candidate?"
Owen coughed dryly but glanced to the side. "No."
Then what's the point of saying anything!
Jeffrey cursed inwardly and turned to look at the snow scene outside the window.
Owen added, "It's like this. Everyone is a student of the Noble House and has their own pride. Assigning a second-year to fight a first-year is one thing. But if it's a third-year, it's hard for anyone to agree. So this matter... actually, we don't need to keep biting onto him. Even if he establishes his own club in the future, he can't get rid of his Noble House background, and his club won't be at odds with the Noble House. We can actually be in the same trench..."
"Stop!"
Jeffrey was obviously annoyed by his long speech and slammed the table to stop him on the spot.
Mike Owen's sudden words were clearly negating his previous decision, making him very unhappy.
Suddenly, his eyes rolled, and he looked at Owen with a sneer. "I have a candidate!"
Dark completely didn't expect that a good student like himself, excelling in both character and learning, would actually be targeted.
After leading the main force out of the Noble House tower, he didn't immediately leave the castle but went up the nearest stairs, arriving at the fifth floor of the castle first.
This height was just about enough to take in the scenery.
The Magic Guide Spirits climbed up the embrasures in the castle wall one by one, overlooking the pure white earth wrapped in silver.
The snow scene seen from a high vantage point and from level ground were two completely different pictures.
Since they had such a rare opportunity.
Dark hoped the Magic Guide Spirits could experience more perspectives.
He stood by the side, looking gently at the excited and jubilant Magic Guide Spirits, his soul gradually becoming complete.
Diana pulled Rose and mixed perfectly among the Magic Guide Spirits, showing no difference at all.
The familiars of the two girls ran around their heels. Although they looked quite agile, Dark, who had seen too much of his own Magic Guide Spirits, could easily see the stiffness in their movements.
"Find a chance to give them a little surprise."
Dark smiled faintly.
Wait until the Magic Guide Spirits had played enough, Dark led them down the castle from the stairs on the other side.
His current magic power amount was roughly equal to that of an adult Magister, but the quality and recovery rate of his magic power were far superior, so the amount of magic power he could use per unit of time was higher than that of an adult Magister.
The magic power consumed by a few Magic Guide Spirits could be replenished solely by the self-recovery of magic power.
Therefore, up to now, it was still quite relaxing.
But if it continued for a bit more time, a situation of insufficient magic power might occur.
So next, he planned to find a suitable place to spread out [Paradise].
While Dark was planning the afternoon snow-viewing activity, the first-year students were mostly worrying about Valentine's Day.
Knight House Tower, first-year dormitory.
Virt Gold and Robert Broheim were hiding in the dormitory playing Magic Guide Chess.
Because Robert had new chess pieces, Virt, who was originally not an opponent, was even less of a match now.
The two almost couldn't play happily anymore.
After falling into a disadvantage once again, Virt hesitated and said, "Robert, what do you think was the reason Dark deliberately displayed that Vampire chess piece?"
Robert shook his head, indicating he was even less clear.
Virt guessed on his own, "The seal on the secret passage hasn't been lifted yet. Could it be because the professors haven't found that Vampire yet? Could the reason Dark displayed the Vampire chess piece be to lure him into taking the bait? But would that work?"
Robert still shook his head. "Don't know."
Virt: "If Dark really did that under the instruction of the professors, could it be that Vampire Vlad has actually escaped the secret passage and is hiding among us? Otherwise, his behavior can't be explained!"
Robert sighed. "Virt, don't think too much. That's too dangerous. Even if it is as you guessed, it's not something we can intervene in."
"That's not necessarily true." Virt shook the chess piece and whispered, "With the help of the seniors, my [Holy Sword Spell] is also almost complete."
Robert was stunned, then congratulated him, "That's a good thing! A Holy Sword matches a Hero. A Hero with a Holy Sword is a true Hero! Remember Professor Medea's prophecy?"
"Of course," Virt said. "History is always similar; the cycle never stops. I will inherit my father's legacy and become a Holy Sword user worthy of the identity of the Son of the Hero!"
Robert smiled. "Then, Mr. Holy Sword User, are you ready to go deliver the chocolate?"
Virt's expression instantly stiffened, and he sighed. "I can only use the spare store-bought chocolate."
This meant he had attempted to make handmade chocolate but ended in failure.
Robert comforted him, "Actually, it's all the same. Perhaps store-bought chocolate tastes even better."
Virt: "Perhaps."
While he sighed like this, his [Castle] was thoroughly captured by Robert's pieces.
But his mind had already drifted far away.
Robert asked, "So, have you thought about how to send it? Find someone to deliver it for you, quietly leave it at the library front desk, or give it in person?"
Virt came back to his senses and said firmly, "Give it in person! I am the Son of the Hero!"
Half an hour later.
Virt and Robert appeared at the entrance of the library.
When arriving at the door, Virt became nervous instead.
He hesitated for a good while, and only after there was no one at the door did he grit his teeth and walk into the library.
Pandora was reading a book at the front desk.
She had agreed with Ms. Bella to change shifts around three in the afternoon.
There was still half an hour until three o'clock.
Since starting work at noon, she had been receiving gifts non-stop; a small mountain had already piled up under the counter.
Those boys who sent chocolates, after experiencing the short pain of previous years, probably also realized that confessions and such were useless.
So they all left right after delivering.
There were also people from some fan club who delivered a large amount of chocolate and flowers at once.
Valentine's Day every year was roughly like this.
And it was more than the last every year.
In short, as long as it wasn't a face-to-face confession, Pandora accepted everything.
As for what to do after accepting?
Of course, it couldn't be used for eating and showing off.
[Valentine's Day Chocolate] was a decent material for rituals.
Pandora looked up at the door; those two first-year students had been standing there for several minutes.
People who hovered at the library entrance like this were troublesome existences for the librarian responsible for registration.
But she had a question she wanted to ask, so she kept enduring it.
Finally, the black-haired boy among the two walked into the library.
But if one only looked at his expression, one might fear mistakenly thinking he was walking onto a battlefield.
"Register."
When he got close, Pandora casually pushed the registration form over.
Virt's expression stiffened. He looked at that registration form for a long time before suddenly gritting his teeth and abruptly lifting the chocolate gift box hidden behind his back.
Then he said loudly, "Senior, please accept my chocolate!"
Pandora, accustomed to this, pointed to the table. "Put it there."
Virt turned his head and honestly placed the chocolate among that small pile of boxes.
He wanted to say something more, but he heard Pandora ask, "By the way, you and Dark Demon are classmates, right? Do you know where he is right now?"
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