78 It must be a talent

Chance Howard snapped out of his thoughts and has come to his senses. He sighed. Sometimes he does not know what is real or what is not anymore. He was always stuck between the real world and the world inside his mind.

'I should stop thinking too much,' he said to himself and shook his head, trying to set aside what has come to his mind earlier.

He suddenly remembered that he was in the chamber of the prince. He raised his gaze and looked at the people inside the chamber and the three of them were staring at him weirdly. He felt awkward to see them staring so much, "What...is the matter?" he asked.

He looked at the Princess of Antares and a worried expression was plastered on her face. "That is what we should be asking you, brother? What is the matter?" she asked.