The Times When Even Sleep Had Yet to Be Invented

It was the Drakon boy, sitting cross-legged in front of the extinguished campfire, his face completely covered by a thin black cloth mask.

He didn't even turn his head to look at Magna. He was only looking straight ahead, completely focused on the hut where Master was staying.

Apparently, it had been quite a while since he woke up and came outside to start waiting for the trial to begin.

Magna walked toward the sitting boy while Matrim followed behind him.

His leg looked completely healed. He had even taken out and thrown away the 2 pieces of wood holding his leg together.

When he saw that only the Drakon guy was outside, the doors of the other huts still closed, he guessed the others were still sleeping.

'If not for Magna, I would be one of those still sleeping too.' He silently thanked him in his mind before approaching him and whispering into his ear.

"Do you think the trial has already started?"