A Trashes Way To Saving The World

Chapter 4: Saving A Dragon (2)

Why is he followoing me?!

Cale panicked as he notices Beacrox tailing behind him. Did he find him suspicious? Did he suspect him? Did he notice something off about him? What if he corners him? Will he interrogate him? Will he confront him? Was he going to tail behind and watch him on his entire stay here as well? His head swirled as possible thoughts of why Beacrox was following crashed in his mind.

In a dark shade of a corner, brown eyes darkened by the shadow arised and was observing Cale speed walking with a bowl in his hands.

Beacrox followed this man behind him purely out of curiosity to see what that food he chopped up was for.

As he tails behind him more, Beacrox finally found out the reason behind the bowl of food; it was for his horse.

The hooded man was feeding his calvary as he pats it gently with a gentle smile. Beacrox couldn't see his eyes since they were hidden by the hood.

What a weird man.

Well, he wasn't sure if the hooded person was a man or woman however judging by their physique  and hands when they were chopping up the ingredients, Beacrox deduced it was a man. But he could be wrong as well as the hooded person being a woman.

For now though, he will stick with the hooded person being a man.

The hooded man was gentle as he pats his horse and let's it eat. It was wholesome, he could say.

Staring for a few seconds more, Beacrox finally turns away from the man; his curiosity was quenched. However....

Boom.

Something hit Beacrox's chest. He felt somewhat familiar with the hooded man but did not know why. Beacrox had never seen that man in his whole life and, his whole face was covered by a hood and was only showing his lips, so, how did he feel familiar?

It was odd and peculiar. Why did he have this uncomfortable, familiar feeling? Having these sorts of emotions were really uncharacteristic of Beacrox and he knew it too.

Why am I like this? Who even is that hooded man?

Beacrox peeped back at the hooded man who made him feel these uncomfortable, tingly feelings. He was smiling and talking happily with his horse.

How foolish.

Why would he talk to an animal that didn't even understand what he was saying? Was he that lonely to have resorted to talking to a horse? It was utterly foolish.

Beacrox's brow twitched. It was truly a wonder why he felt this way and to this foolish hooded man at that who was so weak too.

The hooded man didn't have any dangerous aura nor looked like he had even a single muscle to his body at all. The hooded man was deathly weak.

Like a twig that would snap in half at the slightest bend, the hooded man was just like that.

"....."

Staring intensely at the hooded man one last time, Beacrox vanished like the wind. The strange sense that he knew the hooded man followed him as he disappeared.

"Haa.... My poor life.."

Cale let out a deep sigh as he marked Beacrox was  totally gone and out of sight and not observing him anymore.

Seeing Grace shake her head at him, he crunches his face a bit and a sour expression made itself to his face.

"You're so mean Grace..."

Facing his head away from her like a child, Cale turned to the side. His eyes widen slightly as he saw a familiar someone amidst the bushes and trees in the woods.