A few days passed in a flash, and soon it was the day of the second game, and the castle gradually became lively.
As warriors Ivan and Harry, they got up early on the rest day and went to the auditorium to have breakfast together.
Maybe it's because he's too nervous. Harry has no appetite at all. He just eats a little to cope with it. He has been holding the bottle of gill sac tightly in his hand, for fear that he might forget it during the game.
Ivan, who was leisurely eating his meal, naturally found Harry's abnormality and comforted him. "Relax, Harry, haven't you practiced many times these days?"