"There's still more than an hour until noon. I'll take a quick nap first." Jones pulled out his pocket watch and glanced at it, then turned his gaze toward the black coffin laid flat in the room.
Not only did the inside lack handles, but the outside was handle-less as well... The coffin lid wasn't even the hinged type commonly used by the Blood Clan. This made Jones feel rather uncomfortable, but he had no other choice.
...
"Cough cough cough... Cough cough cough... Cough cough cough." Amos coughed violently, trying to disguise his awkwardness while also sneaking glances at Angel: "Cough cough cough... Child, your passion is mathematics, isn't it? I've come across what you're best at."
"No, my passion is magic. What you're about to test me on will be where I excel." Angel retorted defiantly.
"Really? That's truly surprising. But I don't believe it."
"You can try me."
