*knock* *knock*
"...hmm...?"
The unexpected noise made Surou raise his head over the hard hay mattress, and let's say that the second prince wasn't too keen on being disturbed as he was focusing on the movement of the mana within his body.
It was already after breakfast time and the monks should attend the sermon without exception, this was the time for Surou to concentrate and practice his water magic to a degree he never actually thought of before.
With no books or actually any means of killing the boredom aside from praying and fasting – which could hardly be called fun in the second prince's opinion – the blue-haired boy had to find his own way to kill time.
"..."
*hsss*
Surou gritted his teeth and released his spell, and the scalpel-like translucent blade on the tip of his index finger turned into a puff of stead that dispersed into the air.
