Julius's POV
I found myself thrown into the jail cell of the magic knights' boat, my arms still cuffed with the power dampeners, rendering me powerless. The commander of the magic knights stood outside my cell, wearing the smuggest grin imaginable.
"Too bad, Prince Julius, your ambitions were short-lived," she taunted.
I remained silent, my gaze fixed on the wooden floor.
"I was hoping you'd put up more of a fight. Oh well," she continued. "I should thank you for taking care of those pests for me. But who the hell was that boy? How could he absorb all of your skills like that?"
That was the burning question indeed. Who was that guy, and how could he pull off such a feat? No matter how much I pondered it, there seemed to be no answer.
After the commander left me, a young boy suddenly appeared before me.
