The second morning.
A ray of sunshine entered the window and shone on Chart who was lying on the bed, waking him up.
When he opened his eyes, he found that he had fallen asleep for no reason yesterday.
"Today is the competition. Are you ready?" Muttered Chart, rubbing his head.
"I'm ready!"
Chart stood up, stretched himself and went straight to the battle ring.
"Chart, we meet again!" As soon as Chart arrived at the registration office, provocative words came to his ears.
Looking in the direction of the voice, Chart found a handsome man in black with a hooked nose and a pair of black clothes slowly walking towards him.
It was a young man who looked about 20 years old.
His name was Mathie Monaghan, the holy son of the imperial capital.
"Who are you?" Asked Chart in a cold tone, staring at the young man walking towards him.
Although Chart didn't know the name of Mathie Monaghan, he vaguely guessed who he was.