He stood up again. This time he was more cautious. So he put some soft cushions on the wall first, which he had brought from the inn.
Then he activated the spell again. Boom!
Again he clashed with the wall. This time the impact was absorbed by the cushions, so he hurt a little less.
But he was as sturdy as a turtle and started practicing it again and again.
After two hours of self-thrashing, he finally got some grip on his new speed. It was still very difficult for him to control, but he could feel the impact on the wall was becoming less and less.
On the other hand, there were some other guests in the inn too.
They were like, "What the hell is that prince doing?"
Ethan practiced the spell for five hours non-stop. He was a knight, so his body was super tough, even so, it was aching all over.
But he had a smile on his face. Now he could control the speed a bit and did not crash into the wall.
It was already lunchtime, so he ordered some food and took a warm bath.
