The late-night talk (3)
Around the same time the secretive yet rowdy conference among girls started inside Mikaela's room, Alfraed had finished arranging his belongings before returning to Anspia.
The special backpack from his master made preparing for a journey easy. He needed only to toss everything inside the backpack's abstract space and the goods would magically categorize themselves neatly.
Alfraed knew little of the mechanism that allowed such a feature to operate smoothly and believed it would cost a king's ransom if he had to purchase one himself. As such, the backpack was his priceless possession.
"Little brother, I know it's late, may I come in?"
"Sure, I just finished my preparation, make yourself comfortable"
A minute later, Bregror came knocking on Alfraed's door. After being permitted to enter, he sat leisurely on an available chair while noticing the curled-up Snow and Blaze on a sofa, sleeping soundly.