The Burden of Blood

"Oh, that was fun," Zack sighed as he sat up on his bed.

He was prepared to be assaulted by a hangover, but surprisingly nothing came. Was he getting used to the alcohol, or had they just drunk too little?

'No, last night was really crazy. There was no way it wouldn't be—Zaroth seemed to have been able to get Elysia's attention! Of course, we were going to celebrate like there was no tomorrow,' he thought with a smile.

He used his bracelet to check the time, only to see that there were two hours left until the start of the first lecture.

"Should I go back to sleep?... Nah, I don't feel sleepy at all," he muttered as he stood up and approached a mirror that was mounted on the wall.

He couldn't help but grin. Just looking at his own white pupils was always enough to boost his mood.

They were the same as his father's…

"I'm starting to look more and more like the old man," Zack said as he laughed lightly.