Jack lazily sat in the car with his eyes closed. He felt his body rapidly trying to repair his wrecked mana circuits. The pain was intense, but he managed to control his expression. Imryll was still sleeping in the front seat, but Melinda had woken up. She kept shooting Jack glances for an unknown reason.
'Could she tell how much pain he was in despite his facade? Or maybe his sleeping face was just too handsome?'
As the car passed through the streets, many residents stopped to stare at both the magnificent metal carriage and the tired knights that flanked the sides. One kid on the street pointed to the carriage and asked, "Mom, why is there water coming from the wheels?"
A tired woman carrying a bundle of laundry on her back didn't even bother looking and just replied, "Don't be silly. Water doesn't come from carriage wheels."
"But Mom! There is water coming out of the wheels and onto the street!"
