Third person POV
The next morning at 5:20 a.m., while Ormoc and Paulina are still asleep, Basilio woke up after his phone alarm rang and went to his morning routine which consisted of journaling, taking a morning walk around the castle's grounds, and singing earth songs using his phone and training his abilities and skills until typically, but not strictly, 7 a.m. At that time, he was now in the dining hall with his older siblings and subordinates for a hearty, energizing breakfast.
"So," Basilio said to Ormoc and Paulina while eating his meal, "did you two slept well last night?"
"Yeah, it was nice," responded Ormoc positively.
"Thanks for letting us stay at this place," Paulina added brightly.
"Yup!"
"Yes, Basilio is very hospitable to anyone," added Timru, "and had your country's way of hospitality."
"Yup," Ormoc replied with a nod, "we as Filipinos tended to be hospitable to anyone regardless of where they came from."
One Vamzom servant presented a metallic jug full of pig's blood to Basilio. "Want some blood for your coffee, sir?"
"Yes, just a few drops, please," Basilio said to him.
The Vamzom servant did so carefully, and Basilio used his spoon to mix the blood into his morning cup of coffee.
Ormoc and Paulina were stunned that Basilio could even drink blood mixed into his beverages.
"Woah…"
"I see then…"
After breakfast and preparing for the day, Ormoc and Paulina were off to their mission in Pantano's northeastern region in a helicopter with a Vamzom squad as escorts for them. Basilio was now in his office doing his usual daily work. Chivo, meanwhile, was in his family home in Fresa de Ard handling some responsibilities while off-duty as a soldier for Ruslav.
But, somewhere in Sárga Madár, in a tavern, Lenz was pissed off while chugging a glass of light, cheap beer. Why? Because…
"Argh!" Lenz ranted out. "That Otherworlder ticked us off! He ruined everything! And Chivo was his accomplice!"
"Can't believe someone like him would ever defy us…" Anthonia said while holding her spoon, "…that kid was dumb and thinks that he's knows better than we do."
"I hate that kid!" Angela ranted out. "If I see him, I'll burn him to a crisp! Argh!"
"Yeah…" Lenz sheepishly replied.
They, the Wolken Party, had been ignored by everyone thanks to Basilio blowing the whistle of their misdeeds and wanted to seek vengeance against him and Chivo as payback.
And then, there is someone in that tavern, dressed in a familiar hoodie and a black, Japanese gakuran uniform for boys and was holding a lead pipe, listening to their conversation and was displeased by it. "Bunch of knuckleheads…blaming someone for their own stupid actions? How low-key!"
He then finished eating his light meal and chugged his glass of light beer and another glass of water, before leaving his payment on the table and leaving the tavern with his backpack and lead pipe weapon.