Chapter 162: Caramel Apple Tart
Four o’clock in the morning.
In the largest inn in the center of Clementine, Godwin Lopez opened his eyes as usual and sat up from the bed.
The leader of Horizon didn’t bother with the armor placed on the wooden shelf. Wearing only pajamas, he stepped barefoot on the soft and comfortable carpet, then he frowned and lifted and rolled it up, revealing a smooth wooden floor under it. After he was ready, Godwin quickly changed into a simple commoner clothing for training and grabbed his Breaking Dawn that was still in its scabbard by the bed.
It was time to practice.
When he first held the Breaking Dawn, he could hardly control the immense power that burned in his hands. Day after day of frantic fighting, Godwin finally got the hang of it, barely managing to hold more than half of its power in his hand and turned it into his own use when necessary. It wasn’t dawn yet, and the space in this inn was limited— There were no exaggerated movements. The steel of Break Dawn split the air, again and again, as its powers were suppressed by its owner.
Godwin didn’t slacken. This was just an extremely ordinary day for more than a decade. He stared at the sword in his hand, letting the sweat penetrate his eyebrows and slide across the bridge of his nose. Time passed by quickly and the moment the clock struck six, the sword slid just right into the deepest part of the scabbard.
The practice ended on time, and Godwin’s entire body seemed like it had just been fished out of water. He wiped his sweat casually with a handkerchief, took a quick shower, and then changed into a tight-fitting top that matched his armor. He cleaned up the sweat stains on the floor, spread the carpet again and shortly after came a knock on the door.
It was the maid who came to deliver breakfast.
The contents of the breakfast was the same as always— Pumpernickel bread, boiled vegetables sprinkled with salt and pepper with sliced fried mushroom, egg cups with perfectly cooked eggs, and a glass of milk. According to his request, the food in front of him was no different from yesterday’s.