tln : i’m so sorry guys for late release. i was sick with typhoid sympton, almost got typhoid. its just i was having a lot or schedule and releasing all novel. i’m lil bit better now and can release daily.
――What’s the hardest thing about living here?
When asked that question, the first thing that cos to mind is the bath. Here in Stonehearst, there are steam baths and baths for washing, but not in the way there is in Japan, where it’s customary to fill a bathtub daily and soak up to your shoulders. Just imagining it makes
yearn for it even more.
“Ah, I miss Japanese baths…”
“Um, Andy-sama…?”
Amal, who was cleaning up after the al, blinked in surprise at my muttering.
I’d carelessly kicked off my boots and was sitting cross-legged on the bed, but Amal didn’t scold , just looked at
with concern.
“No, I just want to take a proper bath.”
“…A bath, you say?”
“Yeah. Where I co from, we take a bath every day, soaking up to our shoulders to wash away the day’s fatigue.”
Amal’s brows drooped sadly.
“Unlike your holand, here, soaking in water for a long ti can damage the hair and skin. Please take care of yourself.”
“…Is that so?”
Indeed, my hair always feels coarse after washing it. There’s no shampoo or conditioner here, so I hadn’t thought much about it.
But now that I think about it, the water in Europe is hard, unlike the soft water in Japan. I rember hearing that the minerals in hard water can dry out the skin. Perhaps that’s why Westerners often take showers instead of baths, because of the water quality.
(…Well, I know that’s not the only reason.)
I rember Francesco telling
about life outside when I asked about the baths.
According to Francesco, there were proper public baths in the cities before. Public baths were places for social interaction, serving as a social venue.
However, because the public baths were mixed-gender, they gradually beca a place for soliciting prostitutes as well.
Of course, as a Christian institution, that was unacceptable, but it didn’t lead to the abolition of public baths.
The decline of public baths ca when diseases like the Black Death and syphilis spread, and they started to be considered breeding grounds for pathogens.
From there, they quickly fell into decline.
“…It’s a sha, but it can’t be helped.”
“Andy-sama, I’m truly sorry.”
Amal drooped her shoulders as if she had committed a fatal mistake. I couldn’t help but smile wryly.
“Why are you apologizing? Amal, you didn’t do anything wrong, did you?”
As I reassured her, I stroked her head. Amal let out a whimper of affection and rubbed her head against my arm like a puppy seeking attention. Yeah, cute.
“Nn, ehehe, Andy-sama…”
Amal narrowed her eyes happily. Her usually cool beauty lted into sothing soft and warm like the spring sunshine.
She hugged
tightly, face-on, seeking affection. I gently patted her back and buried my face in her hair. Her sweet scent filled my nostrils.
“…It slls like Amal here.”
“Eh? Do I, um… sll?”
Amal tried to pull away in a fluster, but I stopped her.
“No, it’s not a bad sll. It’s a very good fragrance. Sweet.”
Hearing my words, Amal’s cheeks flushed with embarrassnt.
“You know, I’ve been curious for a while, but do you put sothing on your hair or body, Amal?”
“Yes, I use rose water on my hair and skin.”
“Rose water? So, that’s the scent of roses.”
“Yes. …Um, did you not like it?”
“I said it’s a good fragrance, didn’t I? I like it. It’s very… arousing.”
I regretted saying it as soon as the words left my mouth. Arousing, what does that even an? As a pickup line, it’s the worst kind. Even Amal wouldn’t take kindly to that.
“Fufu, I’m so happy!”
She bead with joy.
Far from being displeased, she seed delighted.
She even pushed her head against , asking to be slled more.
Like a puppy overjoyed by its owner’s attention.
If she had a tail, it would be wagging to its limit. For now, I just petted her.
“Good… that’s good then.”
“Yes!”
Her reply was full of energy. I had to suppress the urge to squirm under her honest reaction. Amal was always straightforward with . That frankness was sohow ticklish. I tried to cover it up by spinning my words.
“I’ve never seen you using rose water in my room. Do you always apply it in the bath?”
“Yes, I use it when I take a bath.”
“The bathhouse we use, you an? Is it really okay?”
Wouldn’t she run into soone else?
Was she adjusting her timing to avoid others, or did she hang a sign saying ‘occupied’ to prevent entry? How did she always manage it?
“Eh? …Ah, yes. I use a different bathhouse, so I don’t et anyone.”
Amal tilted her head slightly, not fully grasping the intent behind my words. I smiled wryly at her innocent expression.
“…Well, that’s good. I an, it would be awkward to run into other priests, right? Plus, I don’t want other n seeing you naked.”
For a few seconds, Amal froze.
It was as if she was processing my words and sending them to her brain.
She took a shallow breath and adopted a determined expression, like a hero facing a challenge. What kind of situation was this?
“…Now that I think about it, I might encounter other gentlen in the bathhouse. Amal’s body belongs to Andy-sama. Only you are allowed to speak to , to look at , to touch . So, from now on, could you join
in the bathhouse and protect ?”
“But you just said that you use a different bathhouse from us.”
“I’ve forgotten about that.”
I was at a loss for words.
It was absurd.
I held my forehead, feeling a headache coming on.
――After so back-and-forth, it was ultimately decided that from the next day, I would share the sa bathhouse with Amal.
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