After a week in this city, it felt strange to leave in a carriage as if nothing had happened. His tired black eyes recalled the day he arrived alongside the girls and Aslan, but he quickly returned to the present as if life itself told him that looking back wasn't a good idea.
The carriage creaked as it rolled over a bump, making Mitsuki bite his tongue. Sitting at the edge of the half-door that closed the carriage, he stuck out his tongue with a groan of pain.
'Damn it! Stupid bumps!'
He brought a hand to his mouth as if that could ease the pain and looked at his companions. There was Azel, sleeping on the floor with his back resting against one of the twenty wooden crates inside the carriage. No matter how much the carriage moved, the guy wouldn't wake up for anything in the world—and he looked very comfortable sleeping there with his arms crossed.
