At some point, Alastor fell asleep and woke up when a brilliant light broke ahead of him. Startled by the fact that he fell asleep, he suddenly finds the reign. He gazed at his right and saw Mr. Funny Man taking over the reign.

His sunglass is daunting as ever.

“Morning.” He greeted.

Alastor yawn. “When did you…?”

“Earlier, I couldn’t sleep properly. So, I decided to go outside and found out that you’ve fell asleep. Just out of curiosity, how can you sleep without losing your balance? I can never truly grasp the notion.”

A beam of smile formed in his lips. “It kinda happened during the training back in the Glade. It’s vague, but I remember when we were playing tag.”

“Tag?”

Alastor nodded. “We have to stay awake just to make sure our mark won’t be stolen. It’s kind of a strategic game, we’ll make a trap or plan an ambush for the enemy in order to steal their marks.”

Mr. Funny Man bemused. “I understand. That is quite interesting. A training of both body and mind. Truly fascinating, indeed.”

“Anyways, I ended up in the 2nd place.”

“No wonder. You’re bright just as how you displayed your fighting prowess.”

“That’s nothing to be brag.”

But he can’t deny it, it feels nice to be commended. Alastor was never the guy that his fellow glade befriended until the end of their training.

Mr. Funny Man took a wide turn on the right and came go through a bridge. Another left turn and they found themselves in a hidden spot where thick bushes and tall trees covered their tracks.

“Let’s take a rest for now.” Mr. Funny Man declared. “Your pet seems tired.”

“He’s not my pet. Liber is my partner.”

“A partner? Very well.”

They woke up the people inside and had them prepared some kitchen utensils. The crates that they’ve carried were put up in a good use.

Ken was in charge of chopping of logs and prepared the fire for the Calderone to place. It was a mild and calm fire, just the heat they needed for. It was quite some time before the necessary ingredients were prepared. A water was put in first, waited for it to boil and then vegetables like potatoes, broccoli, and lettuce were drowned. The pork chops were washed, removing the preservatives and making sure that it’s thoroughly clean. Lastly, ginger was included to remove the bad odor.

Caroline had spread 5 blankets each one of them to sat down. Caroline carefully walked and get inside the carriage. Alastor was asleep in a fetal position. She slowly pokes his cheek and pinched it.

“Breakfast is ready. Wake up now.”

Her gentle voice did not fail to make him slightly open his eyes. Alastor briefly glance at her and then got back to sleep, only responded with a heartful grunt.

“You can sleep later after you eat.” She said and insistently poke him.

Finally, he turned around and face her.

“If I eat, I won’t be able to sleep back.”

“Why?”

“Because I have to dump.”

“Gross.” That’s the only thing she can mutter and she left.

“Finally, some peace.”

When he finally thought that there could be finally peace and he was able to sleep. A creeping sense came from his behind, and cold drips of water suddenly fell on his face. And a certain face he flashes in his mind.

“Do you want to continue this shenanigan, for real?” Alastor asked. He got used with Linda’s creepy provocations but are still affected by it in some ways.

“She said that you’re not waking up, so I guess that a little scare away might do the trick.”

Alastor got up and go to sat down. He sighed. Ken handed Alastor with plate, fork and spoon. It was quite a delight and Ken was never gotten over by it even that’s an hour ago.

“Man, it’s been some time since I had some decent breakfast or any other else.” Ken said and stretches his arm. He was appointed to accompany Mr. Funny Man in their journey.

“How come?” He queried. “Are the foods back in the eateries that bad?”

“Well, not quite, but you can tell that some of their foods were out cold and had to use heater which is quite disturbing and triggering trust issues about their products. That is why homemade breakfast is the best of all.”

“Sorry if I question so much. I never tried going out and had to go to a locals’ eateries.”

“Nah. It’s fine. It’s kind nice to hear that you can talk and all. By the way, about your Inquiara magic, Minecraft, right? I can’t help to think but, it kinda look like a para-shift magic and reality shift magic. Won’t you agree?”

Mr. Funny Man paused. He’s quite bemused of his observation.

“Mr.?”

“It is similar to that, but don’t mistaken. My Inquiara Magic does not teleport to a pocket dimension. I agree that its condition is quite similar to the description of what para-shift magic could be, but don’t get confuse, that is the trick of my Inquiara Magic. It can only create things according to my will. The ‘by long’ effects are part of the condition that I place on my Inquiara magic to improve the security. Now, do you understand?”

Ken blankly stared at him for a while and smiled. “I don’t get it. It kinda sounds complicated now.”

I’m really glad this guy is slow. Mr. Funny Man’s heart felt relieved after knowing that Ken was not quite a bright guy. But still, he is still quite a skillful in terms of combat.

Inside the carriage, the two girls are currently watching Alastor sleep in fetal position. They thought he didn’t know but he was pretending to be asleep for a while now, spiraling in his thoughts about their behavior.

What are these two doing? They’re waiting if I snore, drips my saliva or something?

Unknowingly, the two had bet if he would drop with his face flat on the ground or in his back the next time the wheels will stumble on a rock and shaken the carriage, but so far, he’s sleeping strong and fixated in his position.

Fall, fall, fall, please fall with you face plastered in the ground. Caroline wished through her mind as she gawks at him.

Linda’s eyes remained observing him. Please be on your back.

“He’s not going to fall any moment now, ain’t he?” Caroline whispered to Linda.

“Let’s just wait. Any moments from now. He’s going to be drop dead.”

“Okay, okay.”

Alastor’s ears caught that they’re whispering something, but could not decipher it properly.

What the hell are they talking about? He asked himself. Shit, I can’t hear what they’re talking about, with all of this rustling and bustling noises.

Their journey continued with leisure until they finally made their way to the next village.