"Anyway, since we still have twenty four hours left, and we have no resting to do nor any injuries to heal, I might as well put the time to good use," Finch spoke calmly as he rose from the bed, a gentle and confident smile resting on his face.
William's eyes turned toward him almost immediately as he asked, "What do you mean?" His expression clearly showed his confusion. After all, there was nothing particularly pressing for them to do. If this had been before, they might have spent time purchasing new armor, but Finch's family had already taken care of that.
The damaged and dented sets destroyed by the assassins had long since been replaced, and not merely repaired, but exchanged for entirely new ones of the same grade the Star Academy had initially issued. There was no need to spend points on maintenance or upgrades, leaving them with a rare stretch of free time.
