It was already night by the time Trafalgar finally had his room to himself.
Both families had withdrawn to their respective chambers to wait for tomorrow, and the mansion had quieted enough that only distant footsteps and the faint movement of servants still drifted through the halls. The afternoon had been tolerable, which already counted as a victory. More importantly, none of his family had crossed his path long enough to ruin it.
Trafalgar lay on the bed with one foot over the other, one hand tucked behind his head as he stared at the ceiling for a moment.
Then he said, "Status."
The system window appeared in front of him.
[Host: Trafalgar du Morgain]
[Title: Cursed Heir]
[Age: 17]
[Race: Half-Human / Half-Primordial]
[Bloodline: Primordial Being]
[Core: Flow]
[Class: Swordsman / Riftspawn]
[Talent: SSS]
[Passive Skill: Primordial Body – Rank: Unique – Lv. MAX]
[Passive Skill: Riftborn Devourer – Rank: Unique – Lv. MAX]
