Malin thought about it and decided against it: "Let's go."
There's no use arguing with the common folk.
With that in mind, Malin returned to the inn and began to prepare for tomorrow's work—the lads were still waiting for his dazzling appearance the next day, and he had to join tomorrow's performance in the best condition to show them the sincerity of a Carterburg man.
And, incidentally, there was the opportunity to give someone a good thrashing—the kind that's a beating within an inch of their life.
Entertaining this thought, Malin also stared at his reflection in the mirror for a while.
Magic mirror, oh magic mirror, tell me who is the handsomest of them all in the world.
Ha ha, of course, it wouldn't be me, after all, this face is admittedly too adorable.
Malin smiled at his reflection in the mirror, but inside he felt bitter.
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