Date- 13 April 2321


    Time- 10:01


    Location- Southern Region, Southern Capital


    "Watch your words. Do not forget Master Wyatt is the esteemed guest of the Southern royal family. Next time I hear you nder him I will be forced to arrest you," The leader of team one cautioned the leader of team two against insinuating that Wyatt was involved in devil worship.


    Labeling Wyatt''s behavior as that of an adrenaline enthusiast or a reckless gambler wasn''t unfounded. He disyed audacity by walking into the college interview fully aware that it was an ambush, essentially staking his life in a dangerous wager with the devil to gain its power. This fact was evident as he openly acknowledged it.


    However, using him of being a liar was akin to insinuating that Wyatt deliberately guided them into an orchestrated trap and that his escape from consequences, despite borrowing power from the devil, was not due to a sessful winning the wager, but rather rooted in his alignment with devil worship.


    Normally, such conjectures wouldn''t merit a reprimand. But since the subject of the matter was Dalton Wyatt the circumstances were different. If the rationale behind his esteemed status as a guest of the Southern Royal family wasn''t adequate rification, then considering that despite his status as a mere card master, his importance eclipsed the collective significance of all 75 of them in the eyes of the Southern royal family should be.


    Let''s not overlook the reality that, had it not been for Wyatt''s intervention, the devil would likely have imed the majority of their lives without a hint of warning. The roles had reversed – they were meant to safeguard Wyatt, yet he ended up shielding them. This very aspect in itself was humbling, but the egregious act of one of them speaking ill of him behind his back went far beyond eptable boundaries.


    Yet, the leader of team one could empathize with the leader of team two''s perspective. To im otherwise would be dishonest, as the sheer prowess showcased by Wyatt was undeniably captivating, capable of sparking envy and resentment even within the most modest of their seventy-five members. Presently, Wyatt''s strength was so formidable that he could effortlessly quell three or four of their teams single-handedly. This fact was discernible simply by sensing the intimidating energy signature emanating from him.


    "Captain, what now? Do we go help, Master Wyatt?" The demigod woman shifted the conversation abruptly to ease the awkward atmosphere. Initially, as they guided Wyatt away from the royal pce grounds to the interview venue, team one''s members referred to him either as "Kid" or directly by his name. But now, witnessing Wyatt''s crucial intervention, even though she battled feelings of jealousy, she held a sincere admiration for him. Her eyes revealed a glimmer of reverence as she looked at the massive blue-green full moon confronting the giant blinding Sun.


    "I''ve dispatched a message to his grimoire, inquiring whether he seeks our aid or if he''d rather we abstain. If he doesn''t respond within two minutes, we''ll dissolve the domains and proceed," the captain of team one responded, recalling Wyatt''s explicit wish to confront the mohawk devil on his own. Additionally, given the mohawk devil''s time rule mastery, the captain of team one was cautious about endangering his team members'' lives unless absolutely essential.


    Unlike Wyatt, none of them possessed the means to defend against time rule. Card apprentices proficient in time rule mastery were an exceptional rarity, even within the central government. Hence, they had never anticipated the emergence of an anomaly like the mohawk devil who could not only wield the Time Rule but also held a time rule rted true relic.


    "Captain, judging by the scene, it appears they''re engaged in a struggle for control over the time rule relic. Should weunch a surprise attack on the devil at this moment, we could potentially bring this conflict to a decisive conclusion. Sir, this is an invaluable chance we can''t afford to let slip by," The vice-captain of team one interjected abruptly, his gaze fixed on Wyatt''s determined efforts to refine the devil''s relic. Meanwhile, the devil contorted its fiery hands in a futile attempt to breach the imperceptible force barrier enveloping Wyatt.


    "I said two minutes. We wait," The captain of team one recalled the instance when Wyatt had instructed him to rally with the other teams tobat the five devils and the six-demon army, asserting that he, Wyatt, would confront the mohawk devil solo. Initially, the captain hadn''t given Wyatt''s words much credence, but a glint in Wyatt''s eyes revealed a resolute determination to establish his capabilities.


    Such a determined gleam in the eyes was a sight he had witnessed only once before in his long life, centuries ago, in the eyes of the present Prince of the Southern Region – the uncle of the Southern Emperor. On that day, then young prince had single-handedly repelled a group of half a dozen supreme beings who had breached the Way Beyond while the soldiers were in retreat.


    The Captain of team one recognized the folly in his hesitation; he was well aware that his choice would likely lead to reprimand. Above all, he grappled with the uncertainty of relinquishing such a remarkable chance. The mohawk devil had already established itself as an imposing adversary, and the prospect of encountering such an opening might not arise again. However, each time he contemted seizing the moment, an image of Wyatt''s eyes, brimming with determination and unwavering resolve, would resurface in his thoughts, making him hesitate.


    "Maintain your distance; the devil wields vampiric powers. His apparent vulnerability is a ruse intended to entice you, unsuspecting demigods, into unwittingly providing the required offering for his sinister designs. Keep a safe distance and assess whether you can counter his domain from an external standpoint."


    Upon receiving Wyatt''s response to his text, the captain of team one finally experienced a sense of relief, assured that his decision to contact Wyatt before participating in his battle was correct. Otherwise, they would have yed into the devil''s hands.