Mad Prince

As the knights ran, their despair grew, and so did that of the oddball. It seems to be some sort of punishment that Arthur didn't know, and it worked well to push these knights beyond their limits.

The shocking matter, instead, was that the more they ran, the better the oddball became. Arthur could feel an unsettling aura gathering around him that seemed to aid the young knight in his training.

'What is helping him, exactly?' Arthur wondered as he ran beside the knight, keeping a safe distance to avoid being noticed.

There was something that bothered him about the knight, and it might be this thing exactly that made Arthur interested. However, he couldn't keep his notice on a single individual, and he turned toward the Mad Prince.

Exuding an aura of diligence, the knight ran forward ahead of everyone. There was not even a hint of sweat on her face, which made Arthur wonder what kind of pre-breakfast workout she had.