It Seems Like The Infamous Trash Can is Right Here! - Chapter 200
The dinner of steak generously seasoned with special spices, accompanied by cheese and wine, was incredibly delicious. Probably it felt even more so because Lionel made it himself.
The other companions also had surprised faces, as if they hadn’t expected to have such a proper meal.
“To think the day would come when I eat food made by Lionel.”
Dantère’s dazed muttering was probably what everyone felt.
Being someone who eats anything well anyway, I ate so much that Dantère and Ardin looked at me with disgusted expressions.
Seeing me with my belly bulging, Lionel smiled with a happy face, so wasn’t it fine?
The cleanup after the meal was neatly handled by the mage Ardin, the tier 1 among fantasy world travel companions as expected.
Even if he weren’t a mage, given his rank and everything else, it was a situation where Ardin should have been in charge of cleanup anyway, so he didn’t seem particularly dissatisfied. Rather, his face looked much more relaxed than at the Luanax estate.
Actually, the same was true for Dantère and Vivian.
It seemed everyone felt the same way, like they could breathe now that they’d left the Imperial Capital.
When everyone had eaten much more than usual and was sprawled out, Halid met the moment he’d so longed for.
Lionel agreed to spar with him.
I wanted to watch too, but… I couldn’t follow because it was dangerous.
“I’ll heat up water, so want to wash up first?”
At Ardin’s suggestion, Vivian nodded and looked my way.
“Sasha, you’re going to wash up too, right? Ardin said he’d help.”
“Ah…”
I’m full so I want to sprawl out a bit longer before washing… but there probably isn’t something like a magic faucet in this building, right?
Then it would be better to accept help when Vivian brought it up.
“Then could I ask for help too?”
“Of course.”
Ardin answered readily with a smiling face.
There were 2 bedrooms on the first floor and 3 on the second floor. Vivian’s party decided to use the first floor, while Lionel and I would use the second floor.
“As expected, mages seem to be the best in a fantasy world.”
Vivian spoke as if she’d stolen my thoughts.
“I know, right. I’m really glad it’s not a pure medieval world without magic.”
When I whispered quietly enough that Ardin wouldn’t hear, Vivian nodded with a serious expression.
“These days, novels without fantasy settings like Regency-era stories are popular. As a reader, they’re good for immersion, but still, for transmigration beginners, a messy worldview like this one is better.”
If I called it a messy worldview, the god of this world who gave me plenty of divine power would probably be very sad, but it wasn’t exactly wrong.
For one thing, with infinite regressors, transmigrators, and reincarnators all mixed together, it felt like things had gone as far as they could go.
Plus, now foreign deities had appeared too. Those beings didn’t seem to be putting on any great performances, but still, for readers who love medieval-style historical accuracy, it was the messiest of messes that would make them close the book in disgust.
“All done.”
Ardin, who had filled the large wooden tub with steaming hot water, came out of the bathroom.
“Well, we’ll be going then. Have a good time, Sasha.”
“Yes, thank you. Sleep well, Vivian.”
I watched Vivian leaving the bedroom with her arm linked through Ardin’s for a moment, then closed the door.
Have a good time?
That evening greeting was so… like her.
‘Coming all the way here, surely not.’
Thinking it was just a playful comment, when I leisurely washed up in the bathroom and came out, I was shocked.
‘This place… isn’t soundproofed at all!’
Though I didn’t know exactly where or what was happening, all the moaning sounds reached all the way to this bedroom!
“Ah, mm… hng, Ardin… there, stop… don’t lick…”
Oh my god.
“Vivian, you need to focus on me. You’re making the guy doing the pounding feel left out.”
They must be doing it together, all three of them…
‘What do I do, what do I do.’
Not knowing what to do, I spun around in place with my face buried in a towel, then threw myself onto the bed.
But even covering myself with the blanket, the sounds coming up from downstairs didn’t completely disappear.
‘How am I supposed to sleep here…’
It was too much of a harmful environment.
