Ignoring Snow's obvious teasing, Riley picked up one of the documents neatly stacked near the edge of his desk and skimmed through it.
"Is the principal planning to extend the event again?" he asked, sounding mildly tired.
"That's the general idea," Snow replied. "The Continental Grand Festival has already gone on longer than usual, but it seems the principal wants to squeeze out a few more gold coins while foreign investors are still riding the excitement. There are even talks about live broadcasting the matches using long-range communication orbs in the future… though that would require a lot more logistics."
Riley hummed in thought. "It's not exactly a bad idea."
Even he could see the value in it.
Watching geniuses clash at this level wasn't something that happened every day.
For people across the continent, it would be like a grand sport—academies representing nations, students carrying pride on their backs, rivalries forming naturally.
