“Gah!”

With a gasp that held not a trace of princely dignity, Arthur jolted upright. Looking around in a daze, he realized he’d awoken from the dream and swept his hand through his hair.

Joy. That wretch! How much had she bottled up to use such a horrific spell on me!

Even if the Academy’s dungeon had safety measures and the Saint was right there, wasn’t that a bit much?

The more he thought about it, the more he was convinced—she really had meant to kill him!

Arthur wiped the cold sweat from his brow and spotted Joy nearby, muttering …