'As if someone had poured hundreds of books into his head,' thought the prince. 'But that doesn't make sense...'
Records showed that Ren came from a modest family. Limited wealth wouldn't allow the kind of library needed to accumulate such knowledge. And although the academy had an impressive library, the boy hadn't been there even half a year.
Was he really some kind of genius or...?
"Tell me about your spore," Julius said casually.
The mushrooms in Ren's hair pulsed with nervousness. It was the question he had been dreading since this journey began.
But then, something changed in his expression.
"You know what, your highness? It's not fair," Ren stopped, turning toward the prince. "You ask all the questions. How about I ask something too?"
Julius blinked, surprised by the sudden change in attitude. Then smiled, amused by the boldness.
"About my beasts, I suppose?"
