"So where did you guys go?" Usagi asked Benedict.

"Just a little trip down memory lane" he replied to her. Leaving both her and the people eavsdropping slightly confused.

Dominic took out some tea cups from his inventory. He placed some premium tea leaves added a little sugar, brewed it to perfection at a tempreature of 95 degrees. Using a protable heater. The scent wafted through the entire group, as Dominic gave some to his siblings and the two bunny girls.

With the breeze of the field enveloping them in a rather cool state, the nice and warm tea allowed for it to be a really nice sensation.

Some of the others looked on in envy, as the carbonated sports drinks in their hands appeared to be less appealing now.

The tea cups were returned, as Mr David signalled for the entire group of 26 to move along.

The sun was still high up in the air.

As the group traveled, nothing much was actually going on. So let's move on to somewhere else in the world while they travel.

"hello"a young man dressed fully in black appeared by a certain cave.

As the young man would expect, there was no reply.

Silently, slowly and at a leisurely pace. The young man proceeds within the cave.

His steps, as quiet as they were, made not even a faint trace of sound nor a single vibration from his feet.

Step by step he arrived, at a wooden door, leading to the home of a certain blacksmith.

His hand twisted by the door knob, entering casually as though it was his own home.

As he entered, he saw a dwarf, whoese body and age doesn't fit together, lying on a bed.

Peacefully sleeping as a flame gently warmed up the atmosphere next to him.

"Hello" the man called out.

The flame suddenly rushed towards the man whom it thought to have suddenly appeared.

With a wave of his hand, the flame was blown away.

Its temperature cooled as it avoided damaging the house while silently returning back to the side of its owner.

The dwarf sat up, he groaned as though it took alot of energy just to do that.

"Who are you ?"he asked.

"Johansen Van Asyër"the young man smiled as he replied.

With blood red eyes and a sharp look with his pale white skin. And the distinctive aura less feel he gave off.

It was without a doubt one of the phantasm Lords.

However in spite of meeting with such a great being, the dwarf merely asked him to leave politely.

"Fuck off"the polite dwarf said.

"Oh my quite the rude one aren't you?"the young man replied.

"No matter, I just came to take back what is rightfully mine after all"the young man replied.

"So where is it?"the young man questioned.

"The final drop from MY phantasm beast."the young man appearing to be slightly agitated pressed onto the dwarf.

The dwarf remained silent.

"Well, why am I wasting my efforts?"Johansen sighed.

He reached his hand out, onto the head of the dwarf. And as one would expect, extracted all the necessary information he needed.

The dwarf , having it's energy drained. Remained motionless back on his own bed.

The young man than proceeds to phase through the wall behind the bed as one would expect of a ghost, and here, he arrived at a dark blade.

The blade appeared to be chained up tightly by various astral chains from different dimensions.

No matter, the phantasm Lord simply ripped off the chains. And with his left hand, he beckoned the sword forward.

"Not bad~"admired the phantasm Lord. As with a sudden "poof" he disappeared.

*plop* *plop* *plop*

A constant flopping sound was heard as the group travelled.