When the group awoke, the number of yawns instantly put everyone on alarm. They instantly realized that no one had stood guard, leaving them completely defenseless except for the presence of their theoretically neutral supervisor.
Phloria and the others felt greatly embarrassed, but nothing could compare with the exhaustion and disgust that still lingered on their minds. Despite using darkness magic to cleanse their mouths and teeth before going to sleep, they could still feel the taste of puke and blood.
"How do you guys feel now?" Phloria asked.
"Like a dirty rag." Friya answered, causing the others to agree.
"Good gods Lith, do you really do stuff like this for a living?"
"Yes, it's part of the job." He nodded. "And soon it will be part of yours too, except maybe for Quylla. Friya, Phloria, you are Mage Knights, your swords aren't made to scare or protect, but to kill.
