"Hey! Idiots!" 

Mic waved at Asmo and Alche. The two are just sitting outside the cities Library. Alche's parents work as a librarian for the city. 

"Something seems odd... Why is he smiling?" Asmo pondered. 

"... Mic who hates the Library and books is now smiling in front of it?" Alche confusedly questioned tilting his head sideward. 

"Look at this magnificent!" Mic showed the two the Gold coin. 

"Woah! Where did you steal a gold coin!" Asmo tried to snatch it from Mic. 

Mic clenched his hand and tuck it in his chest, "No touching! Just look from where your standing." He then showed the Gold coin again in between his thumb and fingers. 

"... That is not a gold coin? It does not have any design of the Empire? It's different." Alche assessed. 

"Of course, it's different. The Nephilim Main member gave it to me!" 

The other two both groaned. Expressions saying 'here we go again' surface on their faces. 

Asmo and Alche then questioned Mic alternately. 

"Are you sure it is the Main?" 

"Yes!" 

"... What is the insignia?" 

"Full moon!" 

"Okay okay, what part of the body did you see the insignia this time?" 

" We-well," Mic gulped, "I saw it on his neck." Mic's sentence was cut off because of Asmo's laugh. 

"Bwahahaha, neck he said!" Asmo leaned on Alche laughing hard. 

"... We all know the insignias are on the right shoulders, right?" 

Mic got agitated. He pocketed the Gold coin, then jump towards the two and rumbled with each other. 

The ruckus outside entered the halls of the Library which in turn made one of the librarians go out to reprimand the three. 

The three got bruises and scrapes. Asmo and Mic then went on their separate ways, while Alche was left behind with the Librarian, alche's mother. 

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"... Mom, do you know of any Gold Coins with no design on it?" 

Alche's Mom, Esme glanced at him and seemingly thinking, "I will give you a book. Go read it at home. Me and father will be late. Wait here." She then walked back to the Library. 

"... Mom! Also include the one I talked to you about! And..." Alche hesitated for a moment but still stated, "... Is there any book regarding of Insignias on the neck?" 

His mother never look back again. Alche then heard her saying, "I will give you three books. You look through it yourself." 

Alche then bowed towards her mother and went home. 

Mic went on the city's outskirts, his home located near the city walls. A house old enough that a glance could tell its own tale. 

He entered as usual and lit a lamp with a match. He does not have the luxury of having magic-based lamps which are expensive. With the amount of magic stones, he needed. He may never eat again if he had one. 

A chair and a table were on the center of the room. A bed on the corner with clothes strewn all over it. Mic then sat down playing with the Gold Coin twirling it on the table. 

Looking at this kind of environment. Mic's circumstances never hinder him with living an optimistic life. For three years he had lived here. 

'Where are you, old man?' Mic thought. Three years ago, the only memory he remembered is the old man. After he was left in this house the old man then left him here. Three years have gone by, and still no traces of the old man is coming back. 

*Clink* Goes the Gold Coin twirling on the table. The fire on the lamp, made the Gold Coin's shadow dance on the table. Mesmerizing the young face of Mic. He stared off thinking about the Nephilim Guy. 

"One day, I would be like that." 

Becoming a Guilds Main member. Able to pull a cart much bigger than a house. A strength incomparable that not even a sweat would pour if he pulled one. 

Mic's eyes glimmered then he snatches the Gold coin and jump on the bed. Stacking the clothes together as a makeshift pillow laying his head over it. Not long after a snore could be heard inside the room. 

"Mic! A delivery to Mrs. Des!" 

Mic scrambled towards Old Rolly with a big bag over his back. 

"Stop using that rag use the cart at back!" Old Rolly pointed at the stores back, "Give me your map." 

Mic handed the Map then Old Rolly mark an X on it indicating Mrs. Des residence. This X mark will be gone before the sun goes down. In this city where dark clouds loomed whole year round, the indication of the sun going down is the Church's bell gonging on. 

But Mic's mind is not on the delivery at hand. It is on one-word Old Rolly said that he catches on. 

"Ca-can I have the cart?" 

"Don't let me repeat myself. Go and grab it. Get to your delivery!" 

Mic rushed out then pulled the cart. This would be his first cart. He had just dreamt it last night of how he can carry a house like cart. Now he can start right off of his dream with this little one. 

He put the goods neatly inside and started off with a smile plastered on is face. 

"That's your last delivery kid! Take a rest if you want to!" Old Rolly's shouted as Mic ran through the crowded street of the Market. 

'Tsk! That Old fool!' Old Rolly remembered the night he heard the Fool came to town. He rushed towards the house and found not a trace of the Fool but the still 10-year-old Mic. Three years ago he could still remember how small and thin that kid is.  

But now? Look at him go with that cart. A smirk emerges on the corner of his mouth but then went back to a grumpy look.