[How much longer will I be in this Labryinth?]
"Fuuu..."
Berkah took a deep breath and exhaled steam, the boiling water within his clay-made tub felt like a gentle massage to his sore muscles.
His neck was rested on the edge of the tub with his eyes closed, and his curly scalp drenched in water, slowly dripping down onto the floor of darkness.
The sweet scents from the inflorescence of flowers bathing with him in the boiling water, gently tickling his nostrils, further inducing a calm and relaxed sensation.
"Young Lord..."
Valeria's sweet, yet cold voice came from above him, promoting him to open his piercing blue eyes.
"... I have completed your clothing."
She said, the emerald flames in her empty sockets flickering, as if she was excited to show her Lord the garments that she had woven for him.
"Oh? That was quick."
