"Your Highness Elvis, Lord Logan wants you to come over."
In an extremely remote jungle within Night Tour Academy, the priest who had come to deliver the message looked helplessly at the prince lying in the tree and urged him, "He wants you there as soon as possible. After all, it wouldn't be good to slight our guests."
"Ugh."
On an ordinary-looking tree trunk, a man dressed in black priestly robes slowly stretched, looking extremely reluctant as he gazed at the priest who had come to notify him.
"Mentor Seville."
The man clearly had an Adam's apple, yet his voice was as gentle as a woman's, carrying an enchanting, languid quality.
"Didn't we agree that I'd have the day off?" the man asked mildly, a trace of helplessness in his voice. "It's already midnight. I thought this day off was finally going to happen, but you still won't let me off even at this hour. Why bother?"
The man gazed at the starry sky, his voice lazy and gentle. Seville, his mentor, gave a faint sigh.
She had been the Crown Prince's instructor-priest when he was young, and after he came of age, she was also responsible for tutoring him in some of his courses. She knew very well how much pressure this child had endured since childhood, and she also knew how precious a single day off truly was to him.
Elvis had been burdened with a heavy destiny from birth because he possessed the Nine Nether Pupils talent unique to the Night Phantom Emperor's royal bloodline throughout history!
According to legend, this talent was the mark of the ancient Night Phantom Emperor. The Night Demon Clan had always claimed to be the purest-blooded heirs of the Night Phantom Clan, yet they had often been mocked by political enemies.