It was in the middle of the night and Elliot didn't get a wink of sleep. He was still short on his Twilight Brew and the days aren't slowing down.
"They will probably delay the competition for a day, then they'll continue it."
Elliot sprung up from his bed and rolled to the side to get his sword. He brandished his blade from its scabbard and pointed at the silhouette of a man in the windowsill.
"J-Jameson?" Elliot groaned after seeing the man sitting on the window. "What are you doing? It's still midnight. How did you get in my room?"
He wasn't wearing his disguise. The prince had his long straight hair that he tied up in a ponytail. His figure was also lean, something you would not notice if you look at how he looked earlier.
Jameson stood and went to the wall. He placed his palm on the wall and pushed it, letting his hand pass through the wooden wall.
"What in the hell is that?" Elliot gasped. "That's your ability?"
