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Chapter 2: Let's Go. In and Out. 20 Minute Adventure

–He's a member of KGB, I'm telling you!

–Calm down, Sean, there is no KGB, – Cirael replied calmly, – at least not in this time. Enough of your theories from the future.

–But it's true! Intimidation by knowledge and vague hints! The most generic KGB agent ever! I bet he's got wiretaps all over the city too... the magical ones.

The angel clucked her tongue and closed her eyes. It wasn't the first time Sean talked about the "KGB" and other things his friends didn't understand. Oliver said with a sigh:

–Okay, whatever. What's your answer?

–Of course, I agree to go with you! It'll be fun.

With that, Sean put his empty shot glass on the table and Oliver put his own down. Clain, unlike his friend, drank juice, not alcohol. Cirael, who was obviously tired of being in a dark bar, said with an irritated voice:

–All right, have you decided? Then let's get out of here! I know you like being in places like this, Sean, but I'm not a fan.

Oliver chuckled a little, but got up from behind the counter, helped his wife up, and walked out. The head of the Clain family had a smile on his face – soon enough they will travel and they will no longer be "confined" to the capital! Here it is, freedom...

The four came out of the city walls – the black-clad heir, the armored angel, the maid with bright green hair, and the surgeon with his hands in the pockets of his coat. The two boys were excited about the adventures ahead of them, while the two ladies walked more slowly behind them, showing with their whole appearance that they didn't want to be here. Cirael asked the maid quietly:

–Maybe we should have just forcefully kept them from traveling...

Ciel did not answer. Oliver and Sean walked ahead of them, leading this "troop" wherever they wanted to go. They had been out of the city for hours, and now the road they were on was surrounded by woods. From time to time, people on horses and wagons passed by. To be honest, Oliver had no idea where they were going, but he had tentatively told the others that they were going to Berul, the large city that is the nearest town to the capital. The truth was that he had expected that, as in happens in all the fairy tales, some great adventure would find them on its own as this company traveled. However, that was not so far from the truth, as they would later find out.

–Look, Ollie, if we're going to Berul, wouldn't it be easier to hitchhike there?

–Now, now, Ciri, that would be too easy. It's about the journey, not the destination, – Oliver replied. – Besides, walking is good for your health.

–Ah, sure, I just see how good for one's health it is!

Cirael pointed to Sean, who was barely keeping up with Oliver and was having trouble moving his feet, though the doctor raised his right hand and gave thumbs up as if he was fine. It was decided, however, to get off the road and make a temporal camp nearby. It was getting dark. By "camp" they meant the following: a fire lit by Cirael's blazing sword and a couple of trunks it had cut down, on which the four unfortunate travelers sat.

–Master, we must not forget that Sean is a human being, unlike you, your wife and me. We can run for a week or more without getting tired, but he can't. Please plan our journey with that in mind, – Ciel said.

Oliver, with a laugh, replied:

–I suppose these words of yours are our excuse for "why didn't they fly the eagles right away?"

–Um... on the contrary, if we're asked such a question, we'll be stumped, because it would be easier to take a wagon or teleport because of fatigue, – Cirael remarked.