"Haa… Yes, this is it."
Exiting the blacksmith room for the first time in nine days, he felt relieved. The relaxation of his muscles under the wind that blew over him left him feeling fulfilled.
"Eh?" The wind was touching every part of his body, fine. However, it felt weird. Then, looking at himself, he didn't find any clothes on. Even though he didn't even touch the fire, he had to change his clothes every day.
They had all melted in strange places he couldn't explain, and this was no different. His head then snapped around, and he sighed in relief.
Most people had already been moved to the other camp, so nobody saw the melted places on his clothes.
'I need a shower.' Without wasting time, he ran to his building. He didn't pass the gate in case anyone was still present. Reaching the now familiar bedroom, he took off his clothes and went to the bathroom.
"Mmm…" he moaned as his body slid into the bathtub.
