Alfons, with hands akimbo, stands perfectly still as he sees the scurrying of his fellow White Knights going from zone to zone. Some were practicing their spells against dummies, others were dueling one another, and a handful were concocting powerful potions that could induce powerful sleep or even rejuvenate the energy of another person. There was not a single person within the encampment who was merely not doing anything, the only exception to that being Alfons. He stares blankly then suddenly gets brought back into consciousness. It felt like being woken up from a deep sleep. With that, he shakes himself and walks into the dueling arena. Perhaps he would locate the young miss he met a few days ago, Andromeda.
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