"Hey, Eliza."
"Yes?"
"I think I love taking a shower."
"I love when you take a shower, too."
In the inn room, Dante was lying on his bed and chatting casually with Elizabeth.
He was now clean from head to toe, his smell was so good, and his clothes were clean.
He had taken a shower and used real soap—something he hadn't done for years. And of course, using a toilet with a magical water splasher was the best part.
Unfortunately, his soap slipped off his hand and fell into the toilet hole. His misfortune was truly frustrating.
As for his clothes, he tried to wash them but couldn't. He had to leave and buy a special cleaner for the blood.
'Oh, it's night now.'
As Dante noticed that the window light wasn't enough to illuminate the room anymore, he immediately stood up and lit up the oil lanterns using a runic lighter he borrowed from Elizabeth.
'Maybe I can live like this forever.'
