He walked to the desk and sat down, taking out a stack of parchment and several books on Magic Potion from the storage ring, spreading them open on the table.
Then, Duke began to browse through them.
It wasn't to cram at the last minute; he knew the examination tested creativity, and cramming wouldn't help.
He just wanted to calm himself.
To let those Magic Potion knowledge buried deep in his consciousness gradually surface.
Outside the window, the night deepened.
The distant snow-capped mountains shimmered faintly silver in the moonlight.
Three days later, in the morning.
Duke still left home slightly earlier than usual.
Opening the door, the distinctly crisp air unique to the Central Islands greeted him.
The glow of Sky City had just shifted from the nighttime silver-blue to the morning pearl white, sprinkling tiny sparkles on the grassland dew.
He walked along the cobblestone path toward the Light Gate, his pace unhurried.
