Late at night, having returned to the inn, Aiden lay exhausted on the bed. The day's investigation had yielded no small amount of information, but it had indeed been tiring.
The figure of the revenge goddess suddenly appeared and voiced her opinion, "I wish you would take a hot shower and change your clothes before lying in bed. The way you feel also affects me, and after sweating all day, I can sense that 'we' are now fermenting."
"I wish you wouldn't straddle me when you appear," Aiden frowned.
With a thought, he made the illusion of the revenge goddess disappear; an intangible illusion playing such games was utterly pointless.
"You really lack a sense of humor," the revenge goddess clicked her tongue twice in his mind.
"You're in the mood for jokes, yet our plan over here already needs to be reworked," Aiden said with a sigh, covering his forehead.
