Chapter 55 - Leaving

Joan was inside the carriage sleeping in the bag of corn. Snoring loudly as he was resting. He felt tired so he rested a bit.

Isaias was driving the carriage, sitting in the front. Rocking his body as they met some bumpy dirt road.

The sky was clear and the weather was nice. Birds chirping while resting on the top of their carriage. Isaias drove to the next village they will be heading to. Dewalt village was the name of the village that they will be heading.

A hub of adventurers that were training themselves to hunt monsters. Others were for them to feed their family's belly..

Just inside, Joan woke up after the wheel struck a huge stone. Bouncing himself by an inch while asleep.

"Wha....what?" Joan can only bellow while still half asleep. Squinting his eyes and saw some hanged hare meat.

Still adjusting his self to his sleepiness and stretched his aching back. Moaning as he covered his mouth.

From the outside of the carriage, air entered the front and he felt the cold breeze of air assaulted his skin. Making him shiver on the process. Joan went outside and felt the cold seeing Isaias in the driver's seat. He thought that Isaias was enduring the cold breeze of air all this time.

Thinking of it, he used to fill the darkened teapot with water and used the fire element to heat below it.

His hands gushed out fire that heated the water inside. Putting it into a cup and added coffee to the warm water. Walking outside and gave him one of his prepared coffee.

Isaias then saw him and received the cup. Blowing then sips the content.

"So you have woken up, we will be nearing the village soon. After a thousand years, the road seemed to change greatly but the places were still the same. This village too has a long history while I am young," Isaias said to him then blowing the cup.

Joan can only be ashamed to bring up his age. He barely made it to five hundred and this man beside him was a thousand years old.

Prophets were mysterious beings as they tend to be having the power called miracles. Able to seal entities such as Demon lords with the help of heroes from all job class.

Moreover, they seemed not to die of old age. Having longevity that remains in their old self without dying.

Joan was amazed by it, they didn't have to be mythical to reach such power and it surprised Joan. In an envious way.

He didn't reach it in the past but this time around, he knew he will. Boosting his self-confidence and made him felt excited. Something that riles him was when he can be as old as Isaias in the future.

The only thing that dreads him was if the Demon lords have the same curse as [Soul eater]. Just thinking about it, he can only smile bitterly. Well, it could be worse so he just smiled. Thinking how strong they were.

"Joan, I think we have to stop first. I have to do a bathroom break," Isaias said to him.

Seeing a forest just ahead, they stopped there. Isaias then went to let out anything he needs to let out.

"Go Isaias, you can do it. Good luck!" Joan tapped him on his back.

"I can do it even without your cheer, Joan child!" Isaias said to him.

'Joan child? Shaming!' Joan smirked at what he heard.

Isaias can only laugh while walking away, doing something he needs to do. Joan then checked Priscilla, feeding her with carrots to have energy. Some water also helped her deep breathing and panting to lower down.

Chickens were still lively, some roosters were still crowing inside their cages. Hens were still laying eggs, far from being stressed in the travel. All was good except that Isaias was taking his time too long.

Joan heated the water by his fire element on the kettle and put the eggs inside it. Boiling it with his fire.

Joan felt worried as Isaias was taking so long. He used a [Shadow clone] to check him out and it left immediately.

Just inside the forest, Isaias was letting out his something and pouring every strength to do so. Just as he was focusing himself, he can hear rustling sounds on the bushes and his heart raced as he feared what the unknown was.

He hastily finished himself up while the rustling still goes on. Not wanting to be ambushed, he prepared to fight with his rod in his hands.

A moment's notice, jumped at him a goblin a size of a kid. Bony and plumped belly. The club was in his hands and opening its mouth with a long tongue hanging out of its mouth.

In split seconds, a dagger flew and intercepted the goblin. Hitting on its forehead and still flung its lifeless and limp body to Isaias.

With the enemy incoming, Isaias' self-defence triggered and smashing the body with his rod. Batting it like a baseball and it flung towards the tree. Blood splattered as it hits the tree and dropped dead.

Isaias was panting as he felt his adrenaline rushed. Never felt so disturbed in his life where he has to finish abruptly his comfort-making in the forest.

"Die die die die!" Shouted Isaias. Disgusted, angered, ashamed, all were felt by Isaias as he stomped its head again and again. The shadow clone then stopped him and ushered him to go back without uttering a word. Because shadow clones can't talk.

Isaias calmed down as he saw the shadow clone was patting his shoulders. Making him at ease.

"Let's go, this place is not safe anymore. The evil entities are spawning with just the presence of the Lord of Affliction. This is a sign that he has arrived in this place," Isaias said to the clone.

Meeting up with Joan on the carriage, the clone then vanished as Joan snapped his fingers.

"Are you hungry? I boiled eggs!" Joan said then handed him two.

Isaias can only chuckle at his attitude. Making him lose his anger towards the goblin entirely. Receiving it and ate it with a tint of salt for flavour. Eating while seating on the driver's seat at the front.

"You know what Joan?" Isaias asked hesitantly.

"What?" Joan said snappily.

"Nevermind, you want to be a prophet?" Isaias asked.

"No," Joan replied.

"Ah," Isaias then went in silence.