"*sigh* What happened now?" Grace droned as she watched Al and Markus dragging an unconscious Guy in by his shoulders, with Jean fanning the man's face with a spell.
"Master exhausted his mana," Markus explained with a bitter smile.
"I can see who you all learn it from - Marie and yourself, that is," Grace derided Markus sarcastically. "Leave him to me, I'll take him to his room."
"Master is quite heavy..." Markus muttered.
"I've carried heavier," Grace scoffed and strung Guy over her shoulders like a sack of rice and walked towards his room.
Al's eyes followed the stout woman carrying a man at most twice her size as though it were nothing, but his mind was preoccupied with something else. In a half-trance, he traced his steps back to his tent and slumped into a cross-legged lotus position.
