Ciko Joun and Dontur entered the castle.
The building was bathed in luxury, wrapped in silver and decorated with various kinds of flowers.
Ciko Joun sat confidently on a throne, surrounded by beautiful red glowing orbs.
"What does everyone in this world call me?"
Ciko Joun asked Dontur.
"The Zero," Dontur replied.
"Hmmm, that's a pretty cool name," Ciko muttered with a smile.
Suddenly, a sharp pain struck Ciko Joun's head… his consciousness began to fade.
"Master, are you alright?!"
Dontur's voice echoed faintly in Ciko's ears as he lost consciousness.
Grrruuuk.
A loud growl came from Ciko's stomach—a sign he had returned to his original body.
Ciko was still half-asleep from just waking up.
"Uhh…"
"Hey, are you awake now?"
said a young girl in front of him, smiling.
"Sorry for waking you up."
The girl handed him a piece of dry bread. Without hesitation, Ciko grabbed it and devoured it completely.
"Nice to meet you. My name is Isabella. And yours?"
the girl asked gently.
"Ciko Joun," he replied briefly.
"Alright, come with me."
"Why?" Ciko asked.
"Because I want to help people in need like you."
"Huh? Do I really look that miserable?"
"Yes," Isabella answered with a smile.
"Fine… but you'll take care of me, right?"
"Of course," Isabella replied softly.
The two of them began walking.
The bustling streets of Jormun were filled with merchants selling fresh fish, delicious food, clothes, antiques, and much more.
"Whoa, roasted chicken!"
Ciko's face lit up with temptation.
"Do you want some?" Isabella asked.
"HAHAHAHAHA, of course I do!" he laughed joyfully.
Isabella took out her wallet.
"Sir, one skewer of roasted chicken, please."
"Sure, one skewer is 12 pence."
She paid him.
"Here you go, enjoy," the vendor said as he handed the skewer to Ciko Joun. The chicken was savory and incredibly delicious.
"So goooood!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHA SO GOOOOD!"