Joan about-faced and went to descend the hills. Summons have extinguished as well as the Duplicate. Isaias followed after him, tapping the cane he has on the ground while striding down the hills. Making the cane sound as it hits rocks accompanied with their footsteps.

Joan was wearing leather shoes but the prophet was only wearing satchels. A rather ill-equipped for such a great noble job such as his. Joan wondered as they will travel in such situations.

He has no clothes to wear as they went to abandon the village abruptly. Not even have a single copper coin in his pocket to feed himself. Only the letter was in his pocket that has value.

Thinking of selling it to have money and to eat was also an idea in his mind. Though it was not worth it, he can only sigh on the process.. Even with his strength, he can only click his tongue on their poverty.

Isaias then stopped his steps, making Joan look back at him. Thinking what was the reason he stopped.

“Joan, don’t worry about the future. You have a God in you. At least be at ease, it is the least of our problems,” Isaias said to him pointing his pouch and made it sound by shaking it.

“Oh, so I can at least leech off to you? I can hunt though just in case,” Joan said to him. Continuing his steps towards the exit of the burnt gate. A guard tower beside it.

“Yeah, you can hunt in case,” Isaias replied.

“So what’s next? I have no one to come back here,” Joan said felt worried.

Isaias then replied after a second.

“I have seen a vision, All the Demon lords will rise again. We should stop him unsealing his brothers,” Isaias said to him.

“Who? You mean he is still alive?” Joan asked as he felt great anger fuming inside him.

“Yeah, Spirits can travel too and seek someone weak and possess them. So the best way is to seal them. But due to the rising cult that is attacking the seal site of the Demon lords, they are set free. We will head to the next village first and be equipped. The next seal site of the Demon Lord is just near there so he will go there and possess anyone to be his physical body. That is what we will go for now.” Isaias said to him. Stroking his beard again.

‘Seemed mannerisms of his.’ Joan thought.

“I can hear your thoughts,” Isaias said.

“That is unfair! What can I hide from you huh? So you know what I think all this time?” Joan asked him, biting his lips.

Isaias laughed hesitantly, not sure if Joan was angry or disgusted.

They continued walking for hours in the hilly path. The wind was blowing in their clothes. Speaking of Joan’s clothes, it has many holes and blood bathed it. Making him think about buying new clothes in the meantime.

‘Maybe two pairs of clothes would suffice for the meantime.’

Joan was walking when suddenly, he felt extreme pain in his head. Making his feet to left its remaining strength. His knee crashed to the road and he felt dizzy. Panting heavily while holding his head.

Isaias saw him and worry struck his mind. He approached him then tapped his head.

“You overexerted yourself too much. Your duplicate suffered what you felt right now. Think twice before doing it again or you will be endangering yourself.” Isaias said then put his hands in his head. Silently praying for his recovery.

Joan groaned at first but the pain eventually faded. It seemed that he was healed by the prayer of Isaias.

“The mind is complex as your soul lived there. As you burdened your mind, your soul too will suffer the consequences. Etch this on your mind or your soul will suffer,” Isaias said to him. Tapping his shoulders twice.

With the pain gone, Joan stands up a bit. Feeling that he was refreshed. Just after he stands up, he started to take a single step. It was a forced step as he was still regaining strength. His stomach grumbled at the process.

Thinking about it, he asked Isaias about another problem that has risen. Thinking about his bad luck in his life, he inquired.

“Say, Isaias, is there a miracle that vanishes the hunger?” Joan said while holding his tummy.

“You know that miracles are sacred and not for wishing a skewered meat handed to you by Angels that came from heaven. Or venison meat to fall to the ground from the sky. It needs the will of the God that you prayed for. No will of God, no miracle!” Isaias said to him.

Joan smirked then laughed.

“You know how to joke are you?” Joan said to him shaking his head.

“You asked for my answer, did you? You should ask the right questions for the right answers,” Isaias said to him.

“Okay, we will hunt then! There must be hares in these grassy hills. All we should do was find some tracks that lead to their burry holes. Their homes to be exact,” Joan said to him.

Isaias sighed softly, thinking of his aching joints on the knees and the pain on his back made him hesitate a bit. Not wanting chase hares while being scolded by Joan. His mind sure was imagining things.

Joan approached him then used his skill [Minor heal]. Joan recalled that it was what Stephen was using on his aching joints and muscles.

‘He sure is a witty child’ Joan said in his mind.

Isaias then felt that he was rejuvenated. It felt that he regained his youthly energy.

“Whoa whoa whoa, I can feel my youthful energy cursing in my veins! What did you do?” Isaias said in shock, looking at his hands with awe. Staring to Joan next.

“Nah, it is a skill of my Grand student Stephen. Amazing right?” Joan said to him. Smirking while making wide eyes.

“Stephen? Who is that?” Isaias asked confused.

“Nah, never mind. Let’s just hunt hares for now,” Joan said then equipped his Ranger Job class.

[Conjure bow]

[Conjure arrow quiver]

He was reminded again about his students when he used the Ranger job class. If he taught them the Ranger job class and made them Rangers, will their fate change after what happened? It was disturbing for Joan but regrets will only hold you back.

All happened in just a whim, not even making his heart cope up with their sudden deaths. But all their souls were in his arms.

Something that made Joan felt assured and relaxed. He faced the reality and that was to feed his stomach and Isaias also.