Erend took a pair of military clothes that were in the back of the trunk of their official car.
It's not a uniform. It's just a long-sleeved shirt and trousers.
Both are black with the military emblem of the Republic of Ascaria.
Then Erend rolled his bloodied shirt into a plastic bag. It was also the same military clothes that were full of Sharkmans' blood.
"How should I explain it?"
Erend stared at the lump of bloody, fishy-smelling clothes.
Maybe later he'll just burn it until there's nothing left of it.
Yes, that is the most suitable way to handle these clothes.
After taking a shower in a public bathroom and using up the soap and shampoo provided for other visitors,
Erend came out wearing new clothes.
The blood of the Sharkmans had already been washed away and flowed into the oceans of the other world.
Erend headed to the car again and threw the bloodied military clothes into the trunk.
Then he went towards the small bar not far from there.
