Derrick returned home, and only one thing was on his mind, his duel with Ivan.
Thanks to Sir Thompson, whatever fear he previously experienced had evaporated, what remained was burning hate and anger.
Hate for Ivan for all he had done to him and the childhood trauma he had been dealt.
Anger at not just himself, but at the gods and the entire kingdom.
The way they discarded him when they discovered he hadn't awakened any magic, the cruel hand the gods had dealt him, everything enraged Derrick, pushing him to an edge he couldn't fathom.
In his anger, red slowly crept into his vision, his heartbeat jumped, and his breathing grew wilder, more ragged.
[Calm down!]
The system ordered, Derrick's anger was beginning to become a problem.
[Getting angry right now won't help you in any way, you need to get proper rest, your duel is in three days.]
The system's words hit Derrick in the right place, forcing him to calm down.
