The red streaks of marks they rubbed hard left all over my body. My hair was trimmed as long as it was attached to each other and could not be helped by the liquid from the straw ash that was used instead of shampoo. It's terrible, and I walk to my house shivering while carrying plate armour that is also clean, of course.
"What's wrong with you?"
That annoying voice came up behind me. Yoru, somehow already here, laughing at my cat-like condition just splashed in the pool in winter. "Diem...!!" I slammed the door with a roar. I'm clean now, as well as my body also feels sore everywhere. Are they cleaning me up like I'm cleaning sheep intestines or something?
