Vincent did some light stretches outside his tent.

He had just woken up a few minutes ago, feeling very refreshed after having a good night's rest.

The sun had just risen from the East, but he had always been an early bird.

After he was done stretching, he glanced at Zion's Tent, half-tempted to wake the young man.

However, he tossed this idea to the side just as soon as it appeared inside his head.

He and Zion could now be considered acquaintances, but it was still too early to call each other friends.

It would be very inappropriate for him to wake him up, especially since he didn't know if the teenage boy wasn't a morning person.

'I'll just wait for them to wake up, then all of us can have breakfast together,' Vincent thought before deciding to take a short jog around the property.

He would not go too far and just circle around their camp. That way, he would notice right away if his neighbors were already awake.

Fortunately, Vincent decided not to wake up Zion. Otherwise, he would've been shocked at the sight of an unusual scene.

It was the same scene Rianna and Shana had walked in on when they tried to wake Zion up in the past.

The teenage boy's head was currently buried in Erica's chest, with him hugging her and her hugging him back

Sherry was hugging Zion from behind, like a hug pillow.

This was already the norm when the three of them slept together.

Erica and Sherry were both worried that Zion would have the same nightmares he usually had whenever he slept at night, so they both decided to stay with him. This way, they could ensure that he wouldn't be lonely and dream about dark thoughts.

The first one to wake up among the three of them was Erica.

Seeing that the boy was sleeping peacefully with his head buried in her chest, she decided to lay for a little while longer.

However, she fixed the strap on her nightgown so that the incident with Rianna and Shana wouldn't happen again.

Whenever Zion was awake, he always looked confident as if he always had things under his control.

This was why, only whenever he showed signs of weakness would Erica realize that Zion was human just like them.

He had certainly achieved multiple feats that were superhuman, but it didn't change the fact that he was a human who could cry, bleed, and die just like everyone else.

Erica didn't have any brothers or sisters, so she felt overprotective of Zion and Sherry, who were both younger than her.

Fortunately, the teenage boy didn't really need protection when he was awake. In fact, the one doing the protecting was the teenage boy.

So only during these times, when he would be at his most defenseless state, could Erica help—by making him feel at peace.

The second to wake up was none other than Sherry. She then lightly rubbed her eyes and greeted Erica a good morning.

Tiona, who was a light sleeper, was coiled above Thirteen's head. When the two girls finally woke up, she raised her head, and crawled toward Thirteen's face, flicking her tongue on his ear as if telling him that it was now time to wake up.

A minute later, Thirteen stirred and opened his eyes.

When he found his face resting on something soft and warm, he already knew what happened.

In the past, he usually said sorry to Erica because of what happened.

But the Sorceress always said that she didn't mind.

Because of this, Thirteen's sorry became "Thank you."

"Thank you, Erica, Sherry," Thirteen said before closing his eyes for a while.

"You're welcome," Erica replied as she lightly patted Thirteen's head.

When the teenage boy finally regained his composure, he propped himself up and raised his hand to do a few light stretches.

Several minutes later, the three left their tent, fully dressed in proper clothes.

They then noticed Vincent, who was jogging in the distance and waving at them with a smile on his face.

"Good morning," Vincent greeted.

""Good morning.""

The three replied and asked Vincent if he had already eaten breakfast.

"Actually, I was waiting for you guys to wake up, so all of us can eat together," Vincent said. "We can just make bacon and eggs, or something lighter—if the ladies prefer something like that."

"Bacon and eggs sound good," Erica replied.

"I'm also fine with bacon and eggs," Sherry commented.

"Great!" Vincent smiled. "Then allow me to cook for us."

Without another word, Vincent took out a portable single burner and a pan. Clearly, he was already prepared to be the cook of their group, so Thirteen and the others allowed him to do as he pleased.

While the young man was cooking, Tiona, who was coiled on Thirteen's neck, talked to her Master telepathically.

She was making a report on what the clones had found during their night scouting and just as Thirteen had predicted, there were multiple traps installed all around the forest.

Fortunately, none of them were meant to kill, so Thirteen could still turn a blind eye to them.

The traps scattered around were fine. A Wanderer needed to be prepared for all occasions.

Since there was nothing lethal on the traps that were placed by the Ashford Clan, this meant that the real threat would be among the Wanderers who would participate in the tournament.

If it was just a group of Wanderers, he was certain that his siblings and the people he had trained would be able to handle them just fine.

However, if any adults were to move behind the scenes, that was when things would get very ugly.

It didn't take long before Vincent finished cooking and placed everything on the table.

The group ate while chatting with each other, making the place very lively.

Since there was nothing going on at the moment, Thirteen sparred with Sherry in hand-to-hand combat.

He was making sure that even if she didn't become an expert brawler, she would at least know the basics, giving her some form of self-defense.

Vincent watched from the side, looking impressed by Thirteen's fighting style. He could tell that the teenage boy was good in close combat since his movement technique and fighting technique worked well together.

It wasn't only Vincent who was paying attention to the spar between the two teenagers.

Ever since the teenage boy had set up a camp, they were always being monitored from a distance by the agents of the Ashford Clan.

Claude had suspicions that Zion Leventis was planning something that might jeopardize their preparations for the Dragon and Phoenix Tournament.

In order to prevent any mishaps from happening, he decided to order some people to look after the teenage boy and his group's movements to make sure that they didn't go to places that they weren't supposed to go.