'I just realized that she called it lunch, even though it was supposed to be breakfast…' Arthur muttered internally, scrunching his eyebrows as he stuffed the last of the meal into his mouth, savoring the pleasant flavors as they assaulted his tongue.
Ever since he entered the tower, such peaceful moments only amounted to an unattainable dream. During the tutorial, he was constantly worrying about the future, honing his skills for the tribulations up ahead.
The peaceful moments–in which he could calmly feel the cold breeze sweep across his skin, causing it to tingle–were rare. Immediately after entering the tower, his time was invested in preparations.
'But I cannot spend too much time here,' thought Arthur, collapsing on his bed, allowing a faint smile to blossom upon his face. 'My headstart–compared to my former life–cannot be wasted. It is my greatest advantage, along with my knowledge.'
'But I can stay for a bit.'
