In the middle of the night, Remiel suddenly woke up due to a certain buzzing sound in his ears.
No matter what he did, it wouldn't go away, which pissed him off to no extent.
In frustration, he tried pulling up the curtains when he suddenly realized something.
If the city started searching for the graverobbers, the curtains would make him a prime suspect.
He needed to ditch that.
But before that, he needed something else to cover up his entire body.
He stood up and walked deeper into the 'open garden'—the only place nearby with virtually no people.
As he strode inside the 'garden' further, the trees became denser, and the night became even quieter.
It was probably not the safest bet to wander in the forest this late at night, but it was still a lot safer than being among a lot of people and possibly running into the city officials.
Suddenly, his ears perked up as he heard the soft sound of flowing water in the distance.
He quickened his pace and cautiously approached the sound.
As he slowly reached his destination, he hid behind some trees, scanning the area, and only then did he move forward.
Soon, he was faced with a small stream of water, flowing rather violently for something that small.
'I can bury these curtains with some rocks and even take a bath. But…' But the problem of not having anything to wear still troubled him quite a bit.
'That…' In the distance, he noticed a small tree with some fairly big leaves.
'Do I have to?' Remiel ruminated, gulping in embarrassment as he considered his options, which were nearly non-existent at the moment.
Sigh!
He brushed his abnormally long hair back, pinched his nose bridge, and made up his mind on this.
Seeing there was no other way out of this, he collected a few big chunks of rocks on the riverbank, took out the curtains, wrapped them around, and threw them in the river, sinking them deep into the unreachable parts of the river.
The river wasn't clear enough for anything to be visible from the surface, which made this quite easy for him to hide his tracks.
He dipped in the river for a quick bath, cleaning away the dirt he had collected from his grave, and got out quickly because it was quite cold around.
He took out a few leaves from the trees and crudely but tightly wrapped them around his torso, his thighs, and most importantly, his nether region.
'I wonder what my comrades would think seeing me in this situation.' He exhaled again, making sure the 'clothes' he was wearing weren't loose enough to embarrass him any further.
For his face, he took some mud and applied it to it, then took out another leaf and wrapped it around the bottom half of his face.
This was the best he could do at this moment to stop others from recognizing him, until he gets further opportunities to hide himself.
'I hope they don't crucify me for being tribe affiliated.'
After making sure that everything was fine, he quickly made his way back to the edge of the 'garden'.
This time, he slept rather closer to all the others sleeping there, in hopes that the bugs would choose them over him for the night.
He felt like the job of covering up his tracks was rather crude, but his clouded mind and empty stomach greatly hindered his judgment and thought process.
Remiel inched closer to the others sleeping on the ground, and silently lay down and closed his eyes, before finally falling asleep yet again.
…
"Hey! Wake up. Get up."
Remiel felt a small force on his legs as he jolted awake from his deep slumber.
Spending years on the battlefield while being so young taught him some survival skills and instincts.
He scanned his surroundings and noticed a few people in uniforms with batons in their hands chasing away all the sleeping people from the park.
'Astreon Police Department.' He read their badges and discovered that these people were the official law-enforcing individuals of the city.
This was the situation he least wanted to be in.
"Is sleeping illegal here?" Remiel chuckled dryly as he tried to act like his fellow homeless people next to him.
"Sleeping in the public park is not allowed in this neighborhood. The citizens find it unsightly." The officer spoke in a flat tone with an obvious frown on his face.
'Heh. People find others sleeping unsightly.' Remiel mocked others and even his own former family to a certain extent, because even if it was never reported, he knew it was completely plausible that the royal family had done something similar many times.
It truly was a crazy world they lived in.
"Why are you wearing banana leaves, though?" Another officer joined in on their conversation, very curious about his 'attire'.
"It's breezy like this."
Remiel immediately made yet another snarky comment towards them, making a few people around him chuckle.
"Tsk!" The targeted officer clicked his tongue in annoyance, clearly not liking the joke. "Anyways, you cannot wear this and roam around here."
"I have nothing else to wear, though." Remiel shrugged, as he wasn't lying either.
The officer peeked behind him, seeing if he was telling the truth or not, and to his surprise, the guy in front of him had no other possessions with him.
"Hah!" The officer scrunched his nose, calling his superior with his hands. "Where do these clowns even come from?"
As the superior of the officer arrived and heard the situation, he couldn't help but size Remiel up.
No matter how he looked at this, it was very clear that he was mentally unstable.
"Hello. I am Sergeant Roland, and I heard rather interesting stuff from my officer. I will ask again: Do you really not have any clothes apart from these leaves?" The rough-looking sergeant glared straight into his eyes.
Remiel shrugged yet again, shaking his head in denial.
"Do we have something in the car?" Roland asked his officers for this, clearly not wanting to deal with the hassle.
But to no one's surprise, nobody had any spare clothes with them.
They were on-duty cops, not some social workers.
Hmm!
"Ask around if someone has anything to spare for him." He ordered, as he focused back on the strange guy.
"Take that leaf off your face."