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"Now... Crowley. Ya know... student to mentor here. Me personally... I don't think it's a good idea to disqualify Savanaclaw." I spoke up as I slowly stood up from my sitting position; making sure to pat down my clothes from any excess dust. "People come from all around the world to see this tournament right? There could be people from Leona's kingdom and they might stage a cue if they don't see their son or someone of royalty play today."
I felt Leona's burning hot gaze on my skin. He didn't speak. He didn't have to. "So... if you really wanted to benefit from this then you would play it smart. For example, there could be potential sponsors from previous alumni which could help fund bigger projects on campus, or trips to other colleges nearby."
Crowley stared down at me in contemplation as he tapped his long fingernails on his lips. It sounded like a wonderful idea, and I just heard him mutter, "Well... hmm.. next year there is a festival at Noble Bell College... and that could be a interesting experience to get to know the culture..."
Smiling, knowing I planted a seed of knowledge in his head, I slowly turned away and went to sit next to Leona on the ground.
Leona's eyes narrowed at me, his pride clearly stung. "What makes you think you can just meddle in these affairs, huh?"
I leaned back, unfazed. "Just offering a friendly suggestion, Leona. You might thank me later."
He grumbled but didn't push the point. Meanwhile, Crowley pondered my words, still tapping his fingers rhythmically. "Festival at Noble Bell College, you say? Interesting perspective."
I glanced at Leona, who seemed torn between annoyance and curiosity. "Exactly. It's not just about winning the tournament; it's about showcasing our talents, building connections, and, well, maybe even impressing potential sponsors."
Leona huffed but finally conceded with a reluctant nod. "Fine, I'll play along with this 'strategic' nonsense." He mumbled so only I could hear.
I shot him a triumphant grin. "Smart choice. Besides, it's not like I want you to miss a chance to flaunt your skills." I whispered.
Leona scoffed, trying to mask a smile. "Flaunt? Please, it's more like a public service for them to witness greatness."
I laughed, and even Crowley cracked a subtle smile. "Very well," he said, his tone more amiable. "We'll reconsider the disqualification. Strategic thinking may indeed have its merits."
"See? A little strategic wisdom never hurt anyone."
He rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the hint of gratitude. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just don't get too used to playing mentor with your superiors."
I shrugged nonchalantly. "No promises, Prince Charming."
My attention abruptly shifted to Riddle, who had briefly exited the arena during my unconsciousness only to return with... The victims?
