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　Mogu was so frightened that he stepped back suddenly, stabbed his wand into the ground, and a starlight barrier rose from the ground, blocking the bullet.

　"Foul! This is a foul!" she yelled.

　"In a carnival duel, both hot and cold weapons can be used. Have you forgotten?"

　Ophelia said as she tapped the two wheels with her wand.

　As the wind strings played, Ophelia's wheelchair flew up and revolved around the duel stage under the control of the wind.

　While spinning, it strafed the Mogu'e below with a machine gun. The sound of "da da da da" continued, and the bullet casings fell from the air, making a tinkling sound when they hit the ground.

　Mogu'e kept changing directions to block Ophelia's sweeping attacks. Her starlight string magic was not very good and she couldn't maintain a stable 360-degree starlight shield.

　Thus, the most absurd duel scene in the history of Carnival banquets was born:

　The girl in the wheelchair spun around the field, firing the miniature machine gun on the wheelchair at the area below.

　Is this still a duel?

　"Da da da da da da da!"

　After sweeping for a long time, the starlight string that resonated with Mogu'e finally collapsed, and with a "pop", the shield shattered.

　She managed to dodge several bullets, but her abdomen was still grazed by bullets. Although the military uniform provided protection, her abdomen still felt a sharp pain.

　"Crack!"

　At this moment, as the ammunition belt emptied, Ophelia released her grip, raised her wand, and blasted downwards—

　"boom----"

　The string of starlight exploded, and the starlight exploded repeatedly on the ground, instantly submerging Mogu'e's figure.

　The next second, a pillar of fire pierced through the starlight and hit Ophelia—

　"boom--"

　Flames engulfed the wheelchair and it exploded in the sky like a gorgeous firework.

　Mogu'e looked up at the flames in the sky, panting, his body swaying.

　She was actually suppressed by Ophelia...

　This is impossible...

　Why did she...last time...this time...

　Why...

　"call--"

　A golden shadow fell to the ground, and Ophelia was still sitting safely in the wheelchair with an indifferent expression.

　"Now, you have no cards to play..." Mogu said viciously.

　"is it?"

　Ophelia said, knocking on the left handle.

　Another pocket machine gun appeared——

　"Da da da da da da!"

　"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

　Mogu'e howled wildly. She was really going crazy. Why would someone install two miniature machine guns on both sides of a wheelchair!

　She flicked her wand violently, and flames erupted, briefly engulfing the bullets.

　At the same time, she almost drained all of her spiritual power, and the ice-blue light gathered on the blade—

　"Sizzle!"

　Mogu'e tore open a crack in space and instantly appeared behind Ophelia, sword raised—

　"clang!"

　She struck the ground—Ophelia's wheelchair flew out at high speed, dodging the sword.

　On the duel stage, Ophelia grabbed the side handle, and the wheelchair drifted violently, heading towards Mogué again—

　"Da da da da da da!"

　Mogu's body was hit by bullets continuously, and his uniform was torn into pieces.

　But she had no intention of giving up. She swung her sword and flew towards Ophelia quickly under the acceleration of the wind string.

　"Principal Sphinx's protection is almost reaching its limit," Xing Mo said softly as he watched the battle. "Mogu'e is about to lose."

　"She doesn't look like she wants to admit defeat..." Aurora muttered.

　"It really doesn't look like it."

　Xingmo looked at Mogu'e, at the woman with the ferocious face.

　The woman looked at Ophelia with an extremely ferocious gaze, like a beast eager for prey.

　No, not hungry for prey.

　What she desires is everything that Ophelia has.

　A golden symbol flashed in his right eye, and Xingmo seemed to see the scene of that year flash before his eyes.

　She saw that at the banquet, the students were chattering around Ophelia, asking about her achievements and flattering her abilities, and the whole table was revolving around her.

　Mogué sat alone at the corner of the table with his head lowered.

　Xingmo saw her teeth chattering and her hands grabbing her skirt, the fabric of which had been torn.

　She wanted it all, wanted to be in the spotlight, and wanted to be surrounded by her classmates.

　Even her best friend asked Ophelia how to become an excellent duel master.

　Mogué really wanted to win.

　So, that year, when the carnival duels began...

　Mogué stood up and shouted to Ophelia:

　"What are you pretending to be? You're just a nerdy kid, hiding away in the academy studying theory every day. Do you really think you're that good?"

　"I would like a true dueling master to be my opponent. As for you? You are not worthy at all!"

　"Come on! Ophelia! Come on stage!"

　"bring it on!"

　"boom----"

　Accompanied by the starlight bombardment, Mogu'e fell to the ground.

　As she had

　Just like those four or five falls.

　She knelt on the ground and watched Ophelia push the wheelchair out of the smoke and dust, the medal of the section chief on her chest shining brightly.

　After fighting for so long, Ophelia didn't even suffer a scratch.

　"That's enough, Mogu'e," Ophelia whispered as she watched Mogu'e stand up again. "You are no match for me, not before and not now."

　"Shut up!" Mogu'e yelled, "I..."

　"Do you really want me to tell you the truth?" Ophelia's tone became a little stern. "In the past, I always indulged you in talking nonsense to me and didn't expose you. That was to protect your fragile self-esteem."

　"If you really put your strength on the table, how many people do you think will indulge you? Without your backing, do you really think you can do evil in Krista?"

　"you--"

　"That's enough, Mogu'e!" Ophelia scolded, "Stop your fantasies, face your shortcomings, don't try to find a better self by belittling me, don't treat me as your nightmare!"

　""

　After these words, Mogu'e fell to the ground, his hands shaking.

　She tried to raise her wand again, but she couldn't muster the energy.

　Every time before, when she was defeated, Ophelia would just leave silently, leaving her alone on the stage to break down.

　But this time, Ophelia spoke.

　She mercilessly pierced the veil and plunged the sword into Mogu'e's heart.

　Inferiority complex, conceited.

　Her ignorance did not come from a poor environment, not from intellectual deficiencies, nor from a lack of education.

　Her ignorance stems from herself.

　The girl who is inferior, plain-looking and ignored by everyone.

　""

　"Ophelia Thane wins!"

　As the professor raised his wand, cheers erupted from the audience below the dueling stage.

　This is undoubtedly a victory for Ophelia Thain.

　Although she is disabled and can only move in a wheelchair, she relied on her excellent imagination and control of string magic to defeat Mogu'e, the professor of the duel class at Christa Magic Academy!

　In a duel, a technical victory is far more entertaining and valuable than a single-person victory!

　Ophelia achieved perfection in this regard.

　She hardly used any high-level string magic the entire time. She either used starlight bombardment with about four strings, or used the two pocket miniguns to suppress continuously.

　This is pure technology.

　""

　There was the sound of wheels, Mogu looked up and saw Ophelia pushing a wheelchair towards her.

　She saw the look of disappointment on the girl's face. That look seemed to have never changed. She was always like that.

　"Wake up, you're more than that."

　Ophelia held out her hand toward Mogué.

　Looking at the outstretched hand, Mogu'e was stunned at first, and then the corners of his mouth trembled slightly.

　Then...

　She raised her wand—

　"boom----"

　The golden starlight flashed, causing the audience to scream.

　The duel is over! But Mogué...sneak attacked Ophelia!

　Alia suddenly stood up, stabbed her hidden blade into the void, passed through the spirit world, and quickly came to the duel stage.

　But when the smoke cleared, she saw Ophelia sitting in a wheelchair unharmed.

　The girl held the magic wand in her hand, and on the ground in front of her, Mogu'e was lying on his back, wailing in pain.

　"Ah...ah ah..."

　She was slow.

　"Chief, are you okay?" Alia took two steps forward.

　"fine."

　Ophelia looked at Mogué coldly, her brows slightly furrowed.

　"I am disappointed."

　After she said this, she pushed her wheelchair off the dueling stage.

　On the dueling stage, Mogu'e was lying there, holding his abdomen. His face, which was not pretty to begin with, looked even more miserable.

　"Why..."

　She twisted her legs and growled like a wild boar.

　She could feel the gazes around her: the students were looking at her with astonishment, contempt, or ridicule.