"Where did Micah go?" Nikotar looked at the other six, who were ready for the day and prepared to obey their King's orders. Although His Majesty had given them a day to rest, they were not the ones to laze around.
"He must be carrying out his orders already," Felix answered, looking at Arik, who was sheathing his sword.
"Good. We must carry out all our orders well and not disappoint our Majesty. He trusts us the most in this world, which only shows how much he values us. So, follow His Majesty's orders well and as he instructed, be safe at the same times." Nikotar ran his eyes around and looked at his six friends.
"I do not want anyone with broken bones or a disfigured face."
All the boys laughed at his words and shook their heads. Even Nikotar was smiling, not worried about how ridiculous and idiotic his words were. How could they be susceptible to damage when they had the power to heal quickly?