Tulkas watched from a distance and saw an elderly Ghlizan man pulling a cart loaded with strange fruits, with a young boy helping him. They were walking and distributing food to those who had survived and had not yet left the village. In just a few minutes, they reached the soldier who was crawling and asking for help.

He looked at them, begging them for food and water. The boy looked at him angrily and wanted to kick him after what had happened to the village, but the old man grabbed him. "Don't. We are not like them. We feed the hungry, regardless of their race or creed."

The boy raised his eyebrows and looked at the old man in annoyance. "But he participated in killing the people of this village, father! How can we not avenge the dead?"

"That is not our role, son. We do not turn away anyone who comes to us asking for food. Remember our work, to which we have dedicated ourselves. We travel around the villages, feeding the wounded, carrying the sick, and helping the needy. Even if he is one of the Franks, he now has no strength to oppress us. He is now in pain, just like everyone else in this village. Give him a drink of water and something to eat."

The boy huffed and stomped his foot in frustration. He then took out a waterskin, supported the soldier on his arm, and gave him water to drink. "It's your lucky day that our 'barbaric' principles, as you call them, require us to feed and treat the wounded until they recover, even if they are our enemies."

The soldier looked at him weakly, not believing they hadn't killed him. He drank the water until he was quenched and caught his breath. Then he took a blue, mango-like fruit from the boy's hand and began to eat it ravenously.

The old man took out a cloth and a bottle of antiseptic herbal liquid and began to clean the soldier's wound, in front of the astonished gazes of the villagers. The old man said to them, "The Prince treats his prisoners well and treats them with kindness. And he himself is the one who fights them and reaps their heads if they fight him. Adhere to the morals of the Prince and do not be dragged into the mud of the Franks. Do not let grudges take control of your souls and make you forget what we were raised on. We will never be like them."

The few remaining villagers exchanged words, then some of them approached, helped the soldier, and carried him to a place where he could rest.

Tulkas exhaled in annoyance. "This is why they will never defeat the Franks."

Tulkas dozed on the roof for an hour, gazing at the stars. He then awoke as the green-flamed sun rose. He climbed down, entered the house, and found Noor gone. He knew the wretch had fled and escaped while he was asleep. He cursed and went out of the house. He saw Noor running, tying a rope around his waist, and behind him was a cart with the children on it. He was pulling them around the village, and they were laughing and delighted with the game.

Noor passed by Tulkas. "Get out of the way of the Eastern Express train, or you'll get run over!"

The children laughed and waved their hands at Tulkas, who waved back, wishing he could punch Noor in the head and knock him out. But Gladious's orders were clear: You must convince them of our cause. They have proven their worth on the planet Atlantis. Tulkas sighed, punched the house in frustration, and then sat on a wooden bench in front of it, watching Noor run around the village with the children, who were laughing and cheering.

"He's stalling," Tulkas said to himself. "But he doesn't know everything I have up my sleeve yet."

Noor made kites for the children with his imagination, and they began to run with them around the village as they flew high in the sky.

When Tulkas noticed this, he suddenly appeared behind Noor with wondrous speed and tackled him to the ground. "You fool! If a Franks patrol sees these kites, they'll know there are more Ghlizan in the village! Don't draw attention to us!"

Noor pushed him off, stood up, and told the children to bring the kites back down.

Noor began to make whatever the villagers wanted. A woman asked for a comb, so he made one for her, and she was astonished. A man asked for a cart to transport his goods, so Noor made it for him. The man couldn't believe it was real and kept touching it, amazed. The villagers began to gather around Noor, bestowing upon him an aura of holiness that he didn't like. They started calling him "Miracle Maker," just like the children. They began asking him to fix their homes, which he did, and to give them whatever furniture and antiques they desired. In return, they showered Noor with food and drink, and some of them stood in his service, fulfilling his every need. One of them asked him to create food and fruit, but he told them this was outside the scope of his "miracles." He could only create inanimate objects.

Noor noticed their water was running out. He went to Tulkas, who was sitting on top of one of the houses, watching the horizon. "There's no water in this village because the Franks cut off the water supply and filled in the streams. But they say there are wells nearby, to the west. Let's go get water."

Tulkas landed on the ground and approached Noor, poking him in the chest with his index finger. "We will get the water, then you will hand these children over to the villagers, and then we will leave."

Noor nodded. He said goodbye to the children. Little Lala hugged Tulkas, who lifted her high. "We'll be back with water for you, little one."

She smiled at him, and he gently stroked her chubby cheeks with his thumbs, then set her down. Noor looked at Mshdal. "I'm leaving them in your protection. You're their hero now."

Mshdal pressed the button on his forehead, and the mask sealed over his face as he strutted. "Don't worry about them. I'll defeat anyone who comes near this village. Goodbye, Mr. Noor, the Miracles Maker!"

Tulkas punched Noor on the head. "You told them your real name!" he hissed, gritting his teeth. "You are a disgrace to the Enix!"

Noor looked at him with anger and resentment. "I am not one of the Enix, you hateful creature!" he said with indignation.

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