Carrying King Michael through the sky, they finally reached the Kingdom walls. Eric's arms have become quite sore from all of this carrying, he is just 5 feet tall after all with barely any arm muscle on him. He can't easily lift an 80 Kilogram man and prescribe it as a light task after. The extra fish meat has been proving quite handy for King Michael at least, I suppose. Maybe because he doesn't put in much manual labour? A bad choice too because he needs the Stamina for his powers and adding body weight just won't cut it, well at least it isn't greatly overdone.
"How is Mogranius doing?" Asked King Michael once he struggled a bit to stand on his own two feet, using the side supports of the walls as an aid to stand up and not giving any public concern about his own current drowsy condition, putting everyone else first. "Are the wounds too bad?"
