The next day, I decided to clean off my body dirt beautifully and refreshingly in the public bathroom of Greenhollow Township, a town where the Spring Young Leaf Pavilion is located.

Of six months of dungeon shipwreck life, at first I have tried to wipe my body using spring water.

But in the second half, I couldn't afford that, and I stopped caring about the details.

It's just malicious harassment to keep using your inn bed in this condition.

"Wow, that's just an open-air bath"

I leaked my surprise when I walked into the public bathroom early in the morning.

According to the bathroom administrator, the mountains surrounding Green Hollow are flooded with natural hot springs.

It's hot water that's not suitable for bathing as it is, so they mix it with river water while pulling it into town and it's cooling to just the right temperature.

The residents say they go to this public bath as they do every day and enjoy bathing.

I only had one user for it, but it would simply be a matter of time.

It should be normal to think about slowly healing fatigue after work, not early this morning.

"Sounds like a rent-out, don't be tense about anything"

Use soap first to wash out every inch of your body.

Next, shave off all your beards and finally shorten your hair to a large mess with a knife.

It feels more like cleaning than bathing.

"Phew, refreshed"

I feel clear from the bottom of my heart and sink myself into the hot tub.

"... I've lost a lot of weight. Diet wasn't my hobby."

Observe your body again.

A good walk through the labyrinth without being able to eat anything for half a month was causing fat to fall from my body.

Wouldn't you be losing even your muscles if you did poorly?

"Instead, I guess this kind of thing says' I'm done 'instead of' skinny '. Oh, I don't like it. I don't like it. I lost my unhealthy weight."

Laughing sarcastically and jokingly, he slaps his arms so that he can bathe in hot water.

The vice of spilling something to himself is not going to heal well.

It's the aftermath of wandering the labyrinth even to solitude.

I wish I could have [repaired] something like this.

Finish your bath, stroll all the way through Green Hollow Town, and then head back to the Spring Young Leaf Pavilion.

Guest adventurers had already gone to work, and the inn entrance and dining room were idle.

Shortly after I thought I'd go back to my room and rest, I was accidentally spoken to by a dark-haired oriental.

"Lord Luke!

"Hmm? Are you..."

"Good. I heard you woke up, but you were recovering enough to walk outside."

"... Sakura, is that it? That's it, enough of the injuries?

At first I thought it was someone, but I immediately remember the name.

It's Samurai, the woman who was fighting the dragon over Sylvia.

The reason I couldn't notice at a glance was simple and lucid.

Because I barely saw Sakura's face back then.

The first time I rushed, I was in the back, and even when I threw my sword over me, I was in the back.

Furthermore, Sakura collapsed shortly after he had planted the dragon, and as soon as I started the allowance, I lost my mind too.

In the end, the only time I saw Sakura's face clearly was less than a minute.

It is also natural that I do not remember my face well with this.

Or even Sylvia's face wasn't immediately remembered.

I'm just saying it was the same about Sakura.

"Thanks to you, I recovered without any scratches. I will surely return this favor."

"That's a big deal... let's just talk inside. I have a lot to ask you too."

Enter the Spring Young Leaf Pavilion and sit in the dining room chair.

Then I brought a fine breakfast even though my billboard daughter Sylvia hadn't even asked for it.

"... I'm not proud of you, but you don't have any money?

"I don't know. It's a thank you from our store, and that's not enough yet. If it weren't for Luke and Sakura, I'd be a dragon lunch."

"It wasn't a joke I wanted to hear when I was going to eat."

Besides, the menu was meat dishes.

"Lord Luke, let me thank you. It would be disrespectful to shy away from favors."

"Your mouth is so loose."

"Ha!... for what I didn't see right now"

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Well, I'm sure it's not a situation where you can dress up and turn down the luxury.

Let's let them sweeten us up here favorably.

Sylvia sat down next to Sakura as me and Sakura were having breakfast in her seat.

Plus, I even bring my own lunch for some reason.

"You're not at work?

"It's a break. It's a little early for lunch. We're too busy to eat at lunchtime."

It's late for breakfast and early for lunch at this hour, and there are very few guests in the dining room.

A little later, I guess we'll start a busy time for Billboard Daughter Sylvia.

"Even so, it was a disaster to go get some herbs and run into a dragon"

"Unless it's impudent. If the love knife doesn't break. Or... That's an excuse."

"With that said, is Sakura an adventurer?

Sakura shook her head to the side when I asked.

"No, I'm on my way to martial arts training. We stopped in this town to rest in the hot springs."

Does that mean it was pure goodwill, not for profit, that Sakura was guarding Sylvia?

The first impression of Sakura as a serious solid was multiplied by the image of a favorite.

"If you borrow Lord Luke's sword, your opponent is tailored with a single machete. Nothing more than my lack of preparation."

"No, no, you're not the kind of person who can win just because the weapon was good. It's not uncommon for a guy to try and get himself killed with all his gear."

Honestly, yesterday's battle was more than a cut of a sword, and the awesomeness of Sakura's movements was strongly impressive.

Not even a first-rate adventurer can move like that with a serious death wound.

Speaking of which, the knife Sakura had was broken in two.

I wonder what happened to that one.

I've cut that topic out of Sakura, the arrowhead who thought about...

"Lord Luke, by the way. I heard that you are a user of [restoration] skills. Could you please request a repair?"

"You mean that knife. Of course it's good. But, well, first of all, you're hungry."