Isaac shook his head. "No one really tried fighting me after I dealt with the class bully. I never knew your training would make me so strong. Thank you!"
Isaac bowed deeply.
"Where are you from?" Godfrey asked, pausing at his door. Kowtowing and now such a deep bow? Weren't those some Asian customs?
"Oh, my mum is Asian and she has a restaurant. Her food is really good and I ca—!"
"Don't bother." Godfrey interjected flatly. "Finish your training."
He walked into his room, arranged the clothes in his bag neatly inside the wardrobe, took a shower, and collapsed on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
After that beach night, he and Isolde kept chatting as normal, but there was this itch he felt in his palm each time he saw her. He just wanted to hold her hand.
Sighing, he closed his eyes. In the next moment, Godfrey appeared in Ballista's chambers and strolled to the end where he faced a door. Half of it had turned into wood while the other half was petrified stone.
