He flipped the journal shut and tucked it away in a pocket together with his pencil. Well, he had committed himself to this. Kaito had no idea if he had the aptitude to learn how to wield knives offensively and he was almost afraid of encountering another skill he couldn't even be mediocre at. But, he supposed, he had to at least try.

Kaito quickly made his way to the throne room. He realised, too late, that he had forgotten to ask how he would identify the person coming to meet him. So the magician stood awkwardly near the entrance, playing, as he so often did, with a coin.

I should probably write another message, he thought, reaching for the journal again.