- Trafalgar POV -
Trafalgar lay stretched across the long sofa of the Euclid mansion—Mordrek's family home, lent to him as if he were royalty rather than an overstressed student with too many enemies. He had been there for hours, unmoving, wrapped in the heavy silence of a morning he had no desire to start.
Tomorrow he had to return to the Morgain castle. Valttair had summoned him.
That alone was enough to kill any motivation.
That thought alone drained any remaining motivation from his bones.
He let out a breath and sank deeper into the cushions.
'It's been three months since the last time I was called back for something important. Since the war started, things have been strangely calm for me. I've been focusing purely on training… and it paid off.'
He lifted a hand lazily, watching the faint mana still clinging to his skin.
