Roy's body was caked in impurities that smelled like shit.
Carried by the wind, it wafted out of the room.
Amelia, who was standing guard just outside his next, scrunched up her nose.
"What is this awful smell? Why is it coming from the room? What about my master?"
She opened the door and went inside, only to see a black-faced Roy.
He looked nothing like before, but because his figure was one in a billion, she recognized him immediately.
Picking up a towel, she went up to clean his face.
He immediately raised his hand, stopping her. "I know I smell horrendous. You need not force yourself. Keep a safe distance away from me."
