After a day of travel, little Bread was exhausted, sleeping past six o'clock, which was unusual for someone like Idiot who always adhered to a strict schedule.
The next morning.
Idiot felt a sense of anxiety but remembered only after getting up and touching the chains on his right arm that he was no longer in Windblown Sand City, and thus, the daily street-sweeping duties were no longer his concern.
So, what to do today?
Idiot sat on the bed's edge, with the task resume in hand, casually draping the blanket over the little girl as he flipped through the pages.
The village chief had instructed him to leave today, but that was out of the question. Without completing the task and bringing back the heart of the beast, how could he receive his reward to buy the Fire Dragon's Tongue for Bread's treatment?
