บท 59: Departure

"And just where do you think you're going?", The King said, staring at Milo and Marcos who both carried small black bags on their back. 

It was the dead of night and the king was standing guard near to the castle entrance. A week had passed since Milo and Marcos' sparring session and after, the two began to act slightly strange compared to before. Of course, this led him to take his current course of action. 

Which as luck would have it, was right on the money. 

Milo and Marcos stopped and froze. They nervously glanced at one another before trying to tiptoe past as if nothing had happened. 

The King yanked Milo back by his bag, "Where are you going this late at night?". 

"The shop", Milo replied. 

"Don't bullshit me Milo", The king said, shaking Milo's bag, "The shop with multiple changes of clothes, money and … wait, why the hell do you have face ointments?".