Chapter 65 – Joyful, the Savior Has Co (2)
I never thought Tatarnok Village would still be standing. It’s fascinating.
Back then, I thought it was completely reduced to ashes and would never rise again.
When Linus and I passed by the village, the Demon King’s army had already set it on fire.
We managed to save the villagers, but we couldn’t protect the burning houses.
As I looked at the invitation, recalling those mories, Olysia peeked over the table.
“What is that?”
“Oh, this? It’s an invitation to a village event.”
“What kind of event?”
“A village we saved during the war. They’re asking to co this ti.”
“Really? Then you should go. When is it?”
“This weekend.”
“Perfect timing. I’ll prepare a nice outfit for you. And you should get a haircut. Stop by the salon in the comrcial district after work tomorrow.”
“Yeah, yeah. Without you, I’d live like a beggar.”
I joked, and Olysia shrugged her shoulders with a smug look.
Funny kid.
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“Head Professor! Let’s go play tennis!”
The next day, as I was about to leave work, Lina ran up and grabbed my arm.
Behind her, Anna stood awkwardly, dragged along by Lina.
“Are you swimming in money? You’re just going to lose again today. Besides, I’m busy. I need to get a haircut.”
“Are you going to a wedding or sothing?”
“Sothing like that. Let’s play tennis tomorrow.”
“Oh, then we’ll co with you to the salon!”
What’s she talking about now?
Lina hooked her other arm around Anna and said.
“Anna needs a trim anyway. We might as well go together.”
“N-No, I’m fine….”
“What’s fine about it? Co on.”
Anna’s hair was indeed a bit scruffy. She didn’t seem to care about anything except horses.
She was the complete opposite of Lina, who was always neatly dressed.
Speaking of which, about their nas—Lina’s real na is Lindus, but she asked people to call her ‘Lina’ because her original na sounded too masculine.
There’s no special connection between Anna and Lina’s nas.
“Oh my goodness!”
When we entered the salon in the comrcial district, the owner made a fuss, welcoming enthusiastically.
“Isn’t this the Head Combat Professor from the academy!?”
“It’s my first ti here.”
“Even if it’s your first ti, who wouldn’t know the Head Combat Professor? Are you here for a haircut?”
“Yes.”
“Please co this way.”
The owner guided to a chair in the center.
There were several other chairs around, with students sneaking glances at .
“Professor Anna is here for a haircut too.”
“Is that so? Professor, please have a seat here.”
Encouraged by Lina, Anna reluctantly sat next to .
A different stylist attended to her, while the owner focused on .
“How would you like it cut?”
“Just keep it neat, sa style as now.”
“You look great already, but this style would suit a handso man like you.”
The owner showed a booklet with various hairstyles illustrated in detail.
“Aren’t these styles that are popular with the male students? I’ll just stick with my current style.”
“Understood….”
The owner looked a bit disappointed but picked up the scissors.
“No, no… Just a little, a very little….”
“Shouldn’t we cut this much? It’s almost sumr.”
“No, no, no….”
Next to , Anna was also having a debate about hair length with her stylist.
The stylist wanted to cut off a lot of Anna’s thick hair, but Anna, who was not ready for such a drastic change, was firmly against it.
After a heated discussion, including Lina, they settled on trimming it and tying it up tightly.
“Professor, you should co more often.”
Listening to the fuss and laughing, the owner spoke while touching my hair.
“Or do you get your hair cut sowhere else in town?”
“I just cut it at ho with a razor.”
“Really? Are you serious?”
Seriously. I just swipe the long hair off with a razor.
Olysia freaks out, but it’s convenient for .
It’s a habit that has been solidified since I’ve reincarnated in this world.
Since joining the army until the end of the war, I couldn’t afford to go to a proper salon, so I just cut my hair roughly. Now, I’m so used to it that I can style it decently with just a razor.
“How does this look?”
After trimming my hair, the owner showed the mirror. It was indeed neat.
“Looks good.”
“Now, let’s wash your hair.”
The owner washed my hair with warm water, asking,
“How’s the water temperature?”
“Feels like paradise.”
After washing, the owner offered a scalp massage, saying it was a complintary service for first-ti visitors.
Applying a fragrant oil and gently massaging my scalp felt surprisingly good.
“Feels nice, doesn’t it?”
“It does….”
The rhythmic pressing on my scalp was so soothing that I unintentionally drifted off to sleep.
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HEL SCANS
[Translator – Peptobismol]
[Proofreader – Demon God]
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