Three hours into the match, the game had reached its halfway point. Out of the top hundred players, three were from Moonlight Marsh, all ranked below sixtieth place—and none of them were Rita.
The largest screen showed a sixth-year from Exile Island named Pumpkin Pie, who was currently evading the in-game police.
This year was already shaping up differently. Among the top hundred were several third-years—not just one. Pine Bloom from Little Dog Ranch, Gale from Golden Hills, Boman from Deepsea Mines, Tempest from Burrowbug Marsh…
By the fifth hour, GodDraw77 was resting her chin in her palm, eyes unfocused, lost in thought.
Wail, who had stopped using her theft skills an hour ago, was curled up in her seat with her head down. Whether she was truly asleep or just pretending was anyone's guess.
GodDraw77 wanted to doze off herself—anything to avoid feeling the weight of the stares from the other headmasters seated nearby.
