Midnight scoffed and entered the inn. He dropped his bags on the floor and let Luck pick them up.
"What has gotten into him?" Elliot asked Lance. "He's acting… different."
"He's like this when he's terribly nervous," Lance whispered back.
"Don't tell me he's nervous for tomorrow?" Elliot chuckled. "He can whoop anyone with his power."
"Well, yeah," Lance said. "He's not nervous about himself. He's nervous on what he might do to his opponents. Especially since the event will be held at night."
Elliot could only nod and watch Midnight act differently. The older man wanted to calm down but his nerves seem to get into him all the time.
"Hello, everyone," Connor greeted and walked down the stairs with the other two. They sat on one of the inn's dining table where the others were.
"You know," Midnight suddenly said. "I feel like I need Sun to create a bright light tomorrow."
"Where's Frederick?" Lance asked. "Is he not coming?"
