Rest

As soon as I got home, I wanted to dive straight into bed. I was exhausted both physically and mentally, and I missed the feel of the soft mattress and cozy blankets.

Of course, that wasn’t an option when I was covered in dirt and blood from rolling around with orcs in the wasteland.

I couldn’t exactly throw out the whole mattress and bedding just for a moment of comfort. That stuff cost money, too.

They say the rich don’t get to spend money recklessly—in fact, aren’t the rich supposed to be even more frugal?

In the end, I dragged my heavy body to the bathroom.

When I washed my hair and watched pitch-black water drip down, even I couldn’t help recoiling.

“Ugh.”

After scrubbing away all that stubborn grime, my whole body started to sting.

The wounds I’d gotten while taking the Asura Sword Dance head-on were to blame.

They hadn’t had nearly enough time to heal naturally, and they were too deep to have scabbed over already...