a carriage pulled by a large white filolial slowly moved along a mountain path. Naofumi, the shield hero, sat in the driver's seat and watched the filolial Naofumi: "Firo, don't run like that. Slow down. The carriage isn't made of steel." the filorial slowed down, then turned around and answered in a soft girlish voice Firo: "Of course, dear master! Firo is good!" meanwhile Raphtalia was busy sorting things in the cart Raphtalia: "Mr. Naofumi, are we still far from the other cities?" Naofumi: "We'll arrive by evening, Raphtalia, why?" Raphtalia: "Because after the battle with the Turtle Spirit we have almost no potions or food. We need to stock up. I hope the Phoenix calms down faster and none of the other guardian spirits wake up earlier than expected." Firo: "And in the city we will buy some tasty things?! Firo wants a big sandwich!" Raphtalia: "Aren't you going to burst, Firo? You eat more than all of us!" Firo: "Sister Raphtalia is a mischief!" Naofumi: "Okay, don't fight!"