It was two weeks later when Idiot finally returned to Windblown Sand City. Principal Kampas hadn't secured a decent seat for Idiot's return journey, and coupled with the long voyage, his clothing had long since turned into tattered rags. Despite bathing in a forest stream before boarding the magic train to wash away the bloodstains from his clothes, nothing could prevent the undeniable fact that his clothing was increasingly becoming more ragged.
However, the heart hanging at his waist showed no signs of decay after more than ten days of travel. Other than the fact that no blood would flow from this heart anymore, everything else was as if it had just been ripped out, with a faint scent of blood still detectable, which Idiot couldn't help but find peculiar.
"Whoo—whooaah—"
