"Strange... Why do I feel so restless?"
The Magician leaned against the headboard, his left leg shaking incessantly and making the entire bed creak.
He closed his eyes and tried hard to clear his mind...
A moment later, he gave up.
No good. I've been meditating for almost the entire night, and I still can't sleep... The Magician was baffled. His body was clearly exhausted, yet sleep simply would not come.
As for why he sat propped up in bed instead of lying down, that was a habit he had developed over the years. In this position, he could react immediately at the slightest sign of trouble.
Lying down actually made him more uncomfortable.
Compared to the past, these assignments escorting newcomers might indeed have made him a little complacent. Back then, he would always have kept two loaded pistols under the covers.
Of course, ever since he became a true "Magician," he had gained the Air Bullet ability, making pistols far less important.
But in terms of power, Air Bullets were nowhere near a match for Demon-Breaking Bullets.
Now, though, the Magician had gone an entire night without sleep, constantly hovering on the verge of jolting awake.
"We're leaving soon. Surely nothing's going to go wrong at a time like this..."
Perhaps his complaint had worked, for a trace of drowsiness washed over him.
Yet just as he began to feel sleepy, a ray of sunlight shone into the room.
Dawn had arrived...
"Haah!"
The Magician sighed softly, mustered his energy, and got out of bed.
There was one last performance today. He could not afford any mishaps.
After a quick wash, he went to the wardrobe and changed into his formal performance clothes. Looking at the rather flamboyant top hat before him, he gave a couple of