The town is composed of tall houses. The street is wide but only in the main road. The rest of the roads are quite a lot of bustles. They came to the inn and left Liber for the staff to take care. Ken and Linda came to the guild and issued a quest for them while Alastor and Mr. Funny Man gathered some supplies for their next destination. Caroline was back in the inn and rest, apparently the weather is too much for her and she didn’t have any decent sleep for the past days.

“Are you sure it’s okay to leave her in the inn?” Alastor asked.

He was quite well aware of the situation and cautious about the people around the surrounding. Even now, Alastor’s eyes are restless.

“Calm down.” Mr. Funny Man started and spun him a glance. “Have you ever looked at your face this morning?”

“My face has nothing to do with it.”

“You’re dry as a Salmon. You should go easy on yourself. I’ve paid for premium services on that inn. Her security is reassured. Don’t worry.”

A question mark pop on Alastor’s head. “What do you mean by Premium Services?”

“Do I have to repeat myself? It’s about security.”

“No, no.” Alastor shakes his head. “Some places the words Premium Services has different meaning.”

“Like what?”

Alastor let out an exaggerated sigh. Jostling through the crowds they broke through the market and finally had a breather out of the crowdy place and back to the inn.

They had to climb to the 3rd floor and had to walk 12 doors away to turn left and had to cross another 3 doors to get in their room.

Inside, there were several rooms separated, each one for them. In the lounge, Caroline was leisurely wearing a pink silk robe with her hair interweave. Her eyes glimmering in light for a moment. Her fingers seemingly newly polished. She’s currently reading some magazines, her legs crossed as she reached out a cup of coffee, sloshing everywhere and delicately guzzle the remainder.

“You were right,” Mr. Funny Man began. “This is not the premium service I had expected.”

“Me too,” Alastor nodded and lean closer to her, “Me too buddy.”

“Hey,” Caroline pretended to glare and turn her eyes back to reading. “I’m right here. I can hear you guys even if you’re muttering.”

“What exactly they did to you by the way?” Alastor clasping harder in his fervorous thoughts.

“For starters, they treated me like a customer on a salon and spa.” She enthusiastically exclaimed. “I have forgotten how it feels good to be had a makeover for once in a while. It is the best day of my life…”

Before she can begin yattering about cosmetics, Alastor lifted his eyes and rolled leaving her behind and go to the kitchen. They had so much to prepare before they leave.

After packing the supplies, they heard screeching, the kind that product from friction of two things on the ground and then came a loud crash somewhere in the lounge.

Alastor immediately got off in the chair and went to the lounge where Caroline was tucked her back on the seat at the left side on the corner. Her face was totally in shocked. On the front door, Linda’s seemingly annoyed expression stretched in a thin smile.

Ken’s upper body crashed through the wall that separates the bathroom. He hurtfully moaned and got out of the hole he made.

“Tsk.”

Ken laughed a little and remove his oddly shape shoes. The backdrop is red and has golden linings. Wings embark at the side.

“The hell are you doing?” Alastor questioned.

Linda sighed, crossed her arms and drummed her fingers as if itching to grab something. “The shoes itself is the reason, but the fault is clearly from the owner himself.”

Ken tried to swallow his own saliva but there’s nothing as it became dry. “It’s an accident. Let’s not dwell in the past, shall we?”

Linda bowed down before Caroline, “Princess, if you may give the order, I will cut his head for his insolence behavior.”

Caroline shakes her head and wave her hand, “There’s no need for that. Don’t overthink about it and don’t call me princess either. It’s not like we’re not travelling together. Carol will do fine.”

Alastor pushed his finger in the air and towards to Ken. “Still, you have to control those whatever magical shoes you’re wearing.”

Mr. Funny Man got out of his room and stared at the hole in the wall and to the group. “Don’t tell me you guys accidentally conjured a magic and almost destroyed this room.”

“Not exactly. Hehehe.”

After explaining what happened, Mr. Funny Man used his magic to repair the way it is before. He takes a long, deep breath through his nostrils before turning on his heel and pretentiously glared at them. He glanced at the shoes.

“Mister Ken, while we’re in the inn, would you please remove those shoes? You might hurt someone if you have no control over it.”

Ken immediately takes off his shoes and threw it in his room.

Linda and Caroline had prepared for their dinner. The rest got out of the room and joined together to eat.

“By the way, Ken, where did you get those shoes?” Alastor questioned.

“It’s call Hermes Sandals. I bought it on some armory store for quite a low price.”

“Figures why.”

“What do you mean?”

“Those shoes of yours are defective.”

“Uh, no. They’re not. The owner told me that it grants the user extra speed, but I need to control my mana in order to use it properly.”

“Is that so? Well, I guess you can use it to train tomorrow.”

“Yeah.”

“Speaking of which,” Mr. Funny Man intercepted. “Miss Linda, I hope that you found appropriate guild quest in town.”

“I actually wanted to talk about that.” She moaned and drank a water. “The highest rank I could find only requires three members.”

“That is quite troublesome. I was planning to take on much quests as possible.”

“On what purpose?” Alastor asked.

“Simple, money and training for princess Caroline.”

“Why-what about me?” Caroline responded. There’s a slight voice of protesting in her voice. “Do I really have to?”

“Yes. What’s better to do to improve your magic is by testing it on the actual combat.”

“But the only thing I knew is basic healing magic and protective spells. My offensive magics are not that well to showcase in combat.”

“Don’t worry. You don’t need to do that much of a job. You’ll be only spectating and support us with healing magic and your protective spells.”

“But---”

“No more buts. If you want to get stronger you have to put yourself in combat.”

There was a silence for a while.

“Fine.” She finally said.

Mr. Funny Man’s turned to Linda.

“There’s two quests, right? What about the other one?”

“I think that it would be perfect for the princess. It’s low rank exterminating quest.”

“Exterminating quest?”

Linda nodded, “What kind of monster that needed to exterminate?”

“An Ozer bear,”

Mr. Funny Man winced. “Alastor, can you take down an Ozer bear?”

Alastor snorted. “Yeah. It’s nothing trouble for me.”

“I am sure that he can take it down without our help.” Linda proudly exclaimed.

“Very well, miss Caroline and Alastor will take the low rank quest tomorrow and hunt down the monster before the sunset came to pass.”