The next morning, the moment Rudeus finally left the land of dreams, Alaric informed the boy of their next destination.
"The Kingdom of Dicathen."
"Huh?"
Rudeus gaped, looking at The King with eyes as if he was looking at an idiot.
"The place that was destroyed by the demon king himself?"
"Yes."
He nodded.
"We're going there? Just the two of us? No army or anything? Just an adult, and a child?"
"Yes."
Like before, Alaric nodded.
His answer and voice were still firm.
He wasn't joking.
"…Why?"
"I have something to check in the Kingdom of Dicathen."
Alaric couldn't tell Rudeus the details of that dream or his past.
It was too unbelievable.
To the point that even a child, the creatures described as possessing a rich imagination, couldn't imagine it.
"You don't have to go if you don't want to. Of course, I'll find you an orphanage, make sure you're safe, and then leave."
