CHAPTER 96: CHAPTER 96: THE CHAMOMILE CHAMPION.

My team stood ready at the entrance to the Heart of the Dream. Zazu, dressed in a set of simple, comfortable silk pajamas FaeLina had commissioned, looked like a true champion. He gave a calm, reassuring nod to his team. They weren’t just a group of misfits anymore. They were a professional napping team. And they were ready to show the world the true meaning of nap.

With a quiet dignity, Zazu walked into the ’Heart of the Dream’ and settled into the floating nest of pure coziness. At the same time, on the other side of the Scry-Screen, the ’Mindful Master’ from the Glimmerwood Grove, a serene-looking elf with a long, white beard, sat down in a perfect lotus position in the middle of his sun-dappled glade.

A tense, expectant silence fell over the Royal Arena. The commentator’s voice, now a hushed, respectful whisper, echoed through the stadium.

"The champions are in position," he announced. "The Royal Mages’ sensors are active. The first-ever Sanctuary Showcase... begins... NOW!"

As he spoke, a new graphic appeared on the Scry-Screens between the two images: two vertical bars, one for each competitor, labeled ’Tranquility Level’. A thin red line near the top was marked ’True Slumber’. "And there you have it, folks!" the commentator explained. "The Tranquility Meters are live! The first to reach that red line of ’True Slumber’ will be crowned our champion for this event!"

On the left screen, the ’Mindful Master’ looked across at the image of his opponent. He saw a sleepy-looking elf simply getting comfortable, not even attempting to control his breathing.

A small, disdainful smile touched the corner of the master’s lips.

’So this is my opponent,’ the Mindful Master thought, his mind a fortress of perfect, controlled stillness. ’A sleepy amateur. He mistakes laziness for peace. A common error. His lack of discipline will be his undoing.’

With the quiet confidence of a master who believed the match was already over, he closed his eyes. And on the graphic, his Tranquility bar shot up with incredible speed, stopping just shy of the finish line. It hovered there, a flat, unwavering line of pure mental control.

Zazu’s approach was completely different.

He did not meditate. He did not focus. He just... got comfortable. He wasn’t trying to empty his mind; he was filling it with the quiet joy of the moment. Just before the trial began, Sloosh had wobbled in and delivered a single, steaming mug of his finest, perfectly steeped chamomile tea. Zazu took a slow, deliberate sip. The warmth spread through his body, a perfect, final ingredient in his recipe for relaxation.

He could feel the perfect, thirty-three-degree angle of the pillow Kaelen had placed. He could feel the gentle, rhythmic ticking from Clank, a steady, boring beat in the quiet room. He could smell the faint, magical scent of cinnamon from Cinder’s ’pillow warming’ session. And he could taste the sweet, floral notes of the best cup of tea he had ever had in his life.

Zazu just lay there, a small, serene smile on his face. He wasn’t fighting for control. He was surrendering to the comfort. On the screen, his Tranquility bar began to rise, not with a sudden jump, but with a slow, gentle, and incredibly steady climb.

FaeLina was like a blur of pure, anxious energy, zipping back and forth in front of my core like a hummingbird that had far too much sugar. Her eyes were glued to the Scry-Screen.

"He’s losing!" she whispered frantically, her voice a high-pitched buzz of pure stress. "The Mindful Master’s initial tranquility spike was off the charts! Zazu’s ’rate of relaxation acquisition’ is far too slow! He’s not being efficient enough! He’s wasting precious seconds on just... enjoying himself! This is a competition, not a vacation!"

’He is not trying to be efficient,’ I projected calmly, my own core humming with a quiet, unshakeable peace. ’He is just trying to be sleepy. There is a difference.’

And on the Scry-Screens, the entire kingdom could see that difference in action. The minutes ticked by. The Mindful Master remained a perfect, unmoving statue, his Tranquility bar a flat, unwavering line of pure mental control. He was a master of holding his mind in a state of perfect stillness.

But he wasn’t getting any closer to the goal. He was too focused, too awake. He was working at being tranquil, and work was the enemy of sleep.

Zazu, on the other hand, just kept getting more and more comfortable. His serene smile softened into the slack, peaceful expression of someone on the verge of a truly epic nap.

His Tranquility bar continued its slow, steady, and inevitable climb towards the red line.

The commentator’s voice was a hushed, excited whisper. "Folks, you are witnessing an incredible clash of styles! The Mindful Master is holding a perfect, high-level trance, but Zazu... Zazu is just... falling asleep! The ’passive slumber’ technique is slow, but it is relentless! Look at that bar creeping up! He’s almost there! Can he reach the finish line?"

The entire stadium was on the edge of its collective seat, watching a bar on a screen slowly fill up with the same tension as a championship horse race.

Inside the Heart of the Dream, Zazu felt the last of his conscious thoughts begin to drift away. He was no longer in a competition. He was just... comfortable. With a final, contented sigh, he let go, tumbling gently into a deep and perfect sleep.

In the lobby, FaeLina and I watched his Tranquility bar on our private Scry-Screen. It crept slowly, steadily upwards. It paused, just a hair’s breadth from the red line, holding for a single, heart-stopping moment.

And then, it crossed over.

"HE’S DONE IT!" the commentator roared, his professional composure completely gone. "ZAZU HAS DONE IT!"

A soft, golden chime echoed through the entire arena, confirming the victory. Zazu was officially in a state of ’True Slumber’. He had won.

The Mindful Master’s eyes suddenly snapped open, a look of pure, professional shock on his face. He had been so focused on maintaining his perfect trance that he hadn’t even noticed his opponent had simply... drifted off to sleep.

A final, golden notification flashed on the Scry-Screens, confirming the absurd, wonderful result.

[WINNER OF ’THE SANCTUARY SHOWCASE’: ZAZU OF THE COMFY CORNER]

[Method: A Really Good Nap]

(The Royal Box)

King Caspian threw his head back and roared with pure, unadulterated laughter. "Did you see that, Thistlewick?!" he chortled, his voice full of triumphant glee. "He won! The sleepy one actually won! He proved that tranquility can be a weapon! Oh, this is magnificent! We must make this an official sport!"

High Adjudicator Thistlewick just stared at the screen, his face a thunderous shade of purple. It looked as though his magnificent, mithril-braided beard might spontaneously combust from pure, unadulterated rage.

(The Galleries)

In the private box for House Valerius, Duke Valerius watched the screen with a fond, proud smile. His son, Elian, was practically bouncing in his seat.

"He did it, Father!" Elian whispered excitedly. "Zazu won! Our friends won!"

The Duke chuckled, placing a proud hand on his son’s shoulder. "That they did, Elian," he murmured, his eyes twinkling. "Our little rock knows there are more important things in this world than fighting. That is his true power."

But, In the Champions’ Gallery, the other dungeon masters were in a state of disbelief.

"He... he out-relaxed him," Borin, the dwarf master, rumbled, a look of grudging respect on his face. "I didn’t even know that was possible."

The lion-man from the Beastkin Clans grinned. "The master tried to control the river," he said, his voice a low rumble. "The sleepy one just... became the river."

But not everyone was impressed. In the Sylvanheart Maze’s private box, Lyra, the elven loremaster, looked absolutely horrified.

She had been a vocal critic of Mochi’s methods from the beginning, and this was the final straw.

"This is an insult!" she declared, her voice full of indignant fury. "There is no way a simple nap could defeat a master of the meditative arts! It’s impossible! I lodge a formal protest!"

A hush fell over the stadium. All eyes turned to the judges’ table.

High Adjudicator Thistlewick’s eyes lit up with a grim, hopeful light. "A formal protest has been lodged!" he boomed, seizing his chance. "The results are now pending a full magical investigation! Bring me a sample of that tea!"

A tense silence fell over the arena as a Royal Mage teleported the very cup of tea Zazu had been drinking to the judges’ table. Archmage Tiberius, in his element, produced a set of delicate, magical instruments and began to analyze the brew. Inspector Barnaby just sighed and pulled out a new, very long form labeled "Formal Substance Complaint."

After a long, dramatic moment, Archmage Tiberius looked up, a strange, baffled expression on his face.

"Well?" Thistlewick demanded. "What is it? A Potion of Eternal Slumber? A Draught of Deep Drowsiness?"

"No," the Archmage said slowly, looking at his instruments in disbelief. "It’s... chamomile."

"What?!" Thistlewick roared.

"It is," Tiberius continued, a new and very real sense of academic curiosity in his voice, "the most perfectly brewed, magically potent, and chemically pure cup of chamomile tea I have ever had the pleasure of analyzing. There are no potions. No enchantments. It’s just... a really, really good cup of tea."

The commentator’s voice, now full of a new and very different kind of excitement, boomed through the arena.

"And there you have it, folks! The protest has been denied! The Comfy Corner’s victory is official! And their secret weapon, it seems, is a cup of chamomile tea so good it can win a national napping competition! The Tea Nook in The Comfy Corner is now, officially, the home of the best tea in the entire kingdom!"

The crowd erupted in a new wave of cheers, not just for the victory, but for the tea.

(The Comfy Corner)

Back in my dungeon, the team, who had been watching the entire bizarre ordeal on our own private Scry-Screen, erupted into a chaotic, joyous celebration.

Pip and Clank were doing a strange, shuffling victory dance that was surprisingly well-coordinated. Gilda was actually smiling, a real, genuine smile that seemed to light up the whole room. Sir Crumplebuns, overcome with emotion, picked up a very surprised Sir Wobble-a-lot and held him aloft like a championship trophy.

"A VICTORY FOR THE AGES!" he boomed, his voice full of pure, unrestrained joy. "A TRIUMPH OF PURE, UNAPOLOGETIC COMFORT!"

Even Kaelen, who had been standing silently in the shadows, allowed a small, almost imperceptible smile to touch her lips as she watched the chaos.

And from the Tea Nook, Sloosh the slime waiter let out a series of happy, triumphant wobbles, a silent but heartfelt cheer from the heart of our dungeon.

FaeLina just hovered in the air, her mind clearly blown. We hadn’t just won the showcase; we had just gotten a priceless, kingdom-wide royal endorsement for our main product.

’I knew it!’ she finally shrieked, not out loud, but directly into my mind, her psychic voice a jumble of pure, triumphant joy. ’The ’passive slumber’ technique is statistically superior for long-term tranquility acquisition! I need to trademark this immediately! We’ll sell training manuals! We’ll open a chain of franchised napping centers! Mochi, we’re going to be rich!’

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Author’s Note:

He did it! He actually did it! Zazu is the official Napping Champion of the kingdom! His entire life, all those naps he took when he was supposed to be on watch, has led to this one, glorious, sleepy victory.

I love the contrast between the two styles: the Mindful Master’s intense, focused meditation versus Zazu’s simple, pure, and ultimately more powerful surrender to coziness. It’s the perfect summary of our dungeon’s entire philosophy.

And the protest at the end! Accused of using a sleeping potion, only for the judges to discover that Sloosh just brew the best cup of tea in the entire kingdom. The Tea Nook is now officially world-famous!

Our team may have lost the main tournament, but they won the hearts of the people and proved that there’s more than one way to be a powerful dungeon. A true victory for the forces of comfort! Thanks for reading!