Chapter 28 Evening Calm Beach
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Not this one either… Young Master, we’ll move again.”
”There are numbers written on the ground in front of the door again… a four?”
”It’s a note left by a previous explorer. Beyond this door lies the fourth floor of another dungeon. It’s more dangerous than here.”
”So it leads somewhere else, huh?”
”Yes. Let’s go.”
Trash carried me on her back. Blood streamed down her body, soaking into my clothes until they clung with sticky warmth. She was bleeding so much it made me dizzy just to look. Those wounds needed real treatment—right now, not later.
Her breathing was harsh and shallow, but she still ran.
”I can’t tell where we are anymore. It’s too loud—the Horned Owl’s call is gone in all this noise.”
”It should be close. There must be a door leading to the second layer of the Forest of Mystery. Ichihara’s Imperial Guard has a supply base there.”
”Um… your blood—are you okay?”
”I am. Young Master, please—reach into my inner pocket, the one inside my coat.”
”Got it. …Okay, I’ve got something. What is this?”
”It’s a coagulant paste. You’re bleeding from your forehead. If it gets in your eyes, it will be bad.”
”O-okay, but—I’ll treat your wounds first!”
Even now, Trash managed a stubborn little smile. She was telling me to worry about myself first. Seeing that, I steadied my heart again.
Ash rained from above, and the flames painted our world red and gold. The wind roared past, and the fire spread faster than any runner could ever hope to move.
Even if the Reaper itself came up behind us, I wouldn’t notice. The world had become that wild, that chaotic.
I didn’t know how long the decoy could hold the Horned Owl back. For all I knew, it could be on us at any moment.
Poor girl… I hadn’t even been able to say a final word to her.
”Cough… I can’t see through the smoke anymore!”
”Just a bit farther, Young Master. A little more!”
Inside the cave, there was nowhere left untouched by smoke. It gathered thick as fog, cutting off sight, cutting off breath. We moved by touch, inch by inch. I pressed my mouth against her back, breathing through the fabric, hoping it would filter at least some of the air. It was a trick from a fire drill—but better than nothing.
”Ugh—! The ground… it’s turned to brick. Follow this path; it’s been built up. We’re close.”
”T—ra…sh… san…”
”Close your eyes. Breathe shallow. Just a little more.”
Seconds crawled by. We moved like turtles, nearly blind, but we moved. And at last, the trees broke. We stumbled into a small clearing.
Then, from behind us, came that piercing cry—the Horned Owl’s call. The sound came faster now, sharper, closing in. Maybe it had been calling the whole time, only drowned out by the explosions before.
”Yes! This is it! The paved square—look, the flag of Ichihara! We made it—cough!”
”Trash! The call—it’s close!”
”Just in time! We made it!”
The clearing was open enough for us to see again. We ran straight to the khaki-colored door standing upright in the center of the space. It wasn’t attached to anything—just standing there. But heavy chains wrapped around it again and again, sealed tight.
A massive lock sealed the handle, and a sign warned that only Ichihara personnel with special permission could enter. The first layer was open for training, but from the second layer onward, all access was forbidden. The door was completely sealed.
Our escape route… had been closed from the start.
I just stood there, frozen.
”No… no, this can’t be happening! After all this? After what she—after what *Camslut* did for us—damn it!”
Trash pulled at the chains with inhuman strength, but they didn’t budge. Then she slammed her sword down on them, again and again. Sparks flew, but the metal didn’t even crack.
”Break! Break, damn it! If only I can make a gap—just big enough for the Young Master—”
But the world had no mercy.
The calls behind us grew louder, faster, sharper.
”Trash! It’s coming!!”
”The nearest door… fine, we’ll force our way through that one! Hold on tight!”
”Can you really—?!”
”Pray to the gods!”
She ran again with me clinging to her back. Behind us, metal cylinders fell one by one, then erupted in flame and smoke. They burst like fireworks, like chaff thrown to blind the enemy.
A shriek tore the air.
I heard the Horned Owl’s cry behind us, but there was no time to look back. Even with smoke swirling and explosions flattening trees, I knew those blasts wouldn’t scratch it.
”It won’t hit, I know. It dodged grenades at close range before—but it’s not faster than light!”
She yanked flash grenades from her pockets, one after another, and hurled them behind us. They burst in blinding white flashes. The light couldn’t be dodged, and the Owl hated that. It screeched, slowed, even for a few heartbeats.
”There! The blue door! …I knew you’d fly upward, you monster!”
The forest ahead opened once more.
Far above us, a small bird sliced through the dark smoke rising into the sky. For the first time, I saw the Horned Owl clearly in flight—its wings cutting arcs through the air, smoke trailing in its wake. Trash tossed another tube toward the sky, and the monster flinched from the burst of light, retreating upward for a moment.
In the center of the clearing stood a single door—painted in soft shades of blue and orange, glowing faintly in the firelight. No lock, no chain. It looked so ordinary it was almost eerie.
We sprinted for it. My hand hit the knob, twisted, and the door swung open as easily as any normal room.
The door slammed shut behind us.
We rolled across the floor, gasping for breath. I landed flat on my back, chest heaving, lungs burning. When I looked sideways, I saw the door had closed tight.
”Haa… haa… Somehow… we made it,” Trash said between ragged breaths.
”I thought we were dead. Cough— that was way too close.”
”I-I’m so glad you’re safe, Young Master. Are you hurt?”
”I am, but not as bad as you.”
My whole body was covered in soot, and shallow cuts stung across my skin. My heart thudded hard enough to make my hands shake.
”Haah… ugh!”
”What’s wrong?”
”Used too much Psionic Power… it’s draining me. Young Master, forgive me, but please… don’t look this way… ugh…!!”
Trash turned her face away, and I heard wet, awful sounds. I quickly turned my eyes elsewhere.
Lying flat on the floor, I stared up at the sky, forcing my breathing to steady. I tried not to listen to the sounds of her vomiting beside me, pushing everything from my mind.
The sky stretched high above. The air was calm now. Heat faded slowly from my skin. For the first time, it felt real—we’d survived.
Then the tears came. Heavy ones.
It wasn’t shock. It was the kind of pain that finally catches up when everything else stops. The Reaper had chased us this far… and she hadn’t made it.
Still, her powers had always been defensive. Maybe—just maybe—she’d lived. Someone like her, tough as a wild animal, wouldn’t die so easily. I hadn’t seen it happen. I couldn’t believe it had.
So I lay there, listening to my beautiful, battle-scarred elder sister throw up beside me, and I cried into the quiet.
After a long time, I spoke.
”So… where are we?”
We began to look around.
Trash didn’t mention Camslut. She told me softly that it was too early to mourn, that we should focus on the present. She was right, but my heart still felt hollow, like after losing someone close in an accident—when the loss hasn’t settled in yet.
Trash’s body was full of metal fragments. I looked like a child out of a war zone, my skin blackened with ash. The bleeding had stopped thanks to the healing salve from the Kujukuri Dungeon—an incredible substance that stopped bleeding, cleaned wounds, neutralized poison, and sped recovery. It couldn’t be made anywhere but in a dungeon. Kujukuri Town didn’t produce anything modern—just dried fish.
”I’ve never seen this place,” Trash said. “It’s probably part of another dungeon beyond the second layer of the Forest of Mystery, but… I don’t recognize it.”
”Even you don’t know?”
”No. That door’s colors—never seen them before.”
”It’s pretty though, that blue and orange.”
Trash glanced around, wary and alert, scanning every corner.
”If this dungeon isn’t well-known, maybe it’s safe. Maybe it’s not worth entering.”
”Or maybe no one’s ever come back,” she said quietly. “That’s what ‘unknown’ means.”
”Oh… right.”
”But still… it’s so…”
”Yeah. Peaceful. Gentle, even.”
”We shouldn’t relax,” she muttered.
We looked out to the distance.
The horizon stretched forever.
Water. Everywhere.
The world around us was ocean. The air glowed with orange light, and the horizon shimmered beneath a soft sunset. The sea was so clear that the sunlight reached deep into its depths, coloring everything gold.
It didn’t look like any coast in Japan. The water was a blue-green so pure it almost glowed—untouched by rivers, soil, or runoff. No cities. No ports. No ships or seabirds. Even fish were scarce. Only the endless sea, still and clean, like the heart of some forgotten southern ocean.
For a moment, I forgot we were inside a dungeon at all.
”It’s beautiful,” Trash whispered.
”Yeah.”
”I’ve never seen a dungeon like this.”
”I’d paint it if I could,” I said softly.
The ocean stretched on to the very edge of the world.
Then came a faint sound—like a breath, or the soft ring of water in a glass. Gentle ripples spread, reflecting the sunset, scattering hundreds of silver lights across the sea.
High above, orange clouds drifted apart and vanished.
There was nothing else here.
No monsters. No treasure. Only the quiet sea and the endless, tender glow of evening.
The sea stretched on, seeming to go on forever, like an unending dream.
”What a beautiful place.”
The wind that touched my skin was pleasant, like a breeze coming down from a valley. It wasn’t the unpleasant salty air of a remote island.
”It’s like a deserted island,” Trash said.
”Looks like it.”
”It’s quite small for a deserted island, though…”
”No palm trees, either.”
Suddenly, I noticed how small the place we were lying on was. It was a white sandy beach. Tiny grains of sand glittered, illuminated by the golden light. A small patch of sand, about the size of a room, floated on the sea, with the door standing alone upon it. A shallow sea surrounded it, eventually dropping into the deep ocean. This floating island itself barely rose ten centimeters above the sea, but there were no waves, and the tide didn’t seem to change. I felt like I could stay here forever, becoming part of the scenery.
”It’s so smooth… just normal sand.”
I picked up some sand and looked closely. The small white grains were made of bleached coral, seashells, and diatoms. They looked like ordinary grains of sand. Not like the transforming sand from Kujukuri that glowed or had strange properties.
”It seems no monsters appear here.”
”Or rather, there’s nothing here.”
”Yeah, it seems so.”
”Nothing that attacks us. No scary traps, either.”
”We can’t let our guard down, but on the surface, it’s completely peaceful. The sunset hasn’t moved since we arrived. Maybe it’s always twilight here.”
”…I’m kind of hungry.”
”Young Master, over here.”
I walked over to where Trash was sitting. She was cross-legged, so I sat between her legs and rested my head on her chest. Trash hesitated for a moment before hugging me. Her arms smelled of her scorched white uniform. There was also a faint smell of stomach acid.
”My pocket has a hole in it. This is the last one.”
A single ration bar. A small water bottle. That was all that was left. Her clothes had no pockets anymore.
”What? Then you should eat it, Trash.”
”Don’t worry about me. I’m full.”
”You’re lying. You were on a diet to be able to run, weren’t you?”
”I really am. Look. I can’t move another step because of it.”
”You say that again… even after throwing up everything in your stomach?”
”That was—! Uh, I apologize for showing you something unpleasant…”
When I said that, she visibly panicked. She fumbled for a good excuse, but finally just looked down shyly.
”I was mean. But after using so much Psionic Power consecutively, you must be hungry, right? Let’s split it.”
”I don’t really…”
”You need to regain your strength to escape. Here… ahh.”
”Mmph… Young Master, what are you—!”
I put half the ration bar into Trash’s mouth. I really wanted her to eat it all, but I knew she wouldn’t agree. She chewed the ration, taking sips of water occasionally. Soon, an unbearable sleepiness overcame me.
My head felt heavy, and I leaned against Trash’s chest. She supported me. Her soft feeling was like a high-class sofa.
”I can’t… I’m too tired. I feel like I’m going to pass out.”
”You can sleep. I’ll keep watch.”
I was already half-conscious. And then I fell asleep.
I was in a dreamlike state. Wrapped in a warm futon, I felt like I was floating. In my dream, I experienced many things. My past life. My hopes and regrets. It was like reliving various events, experiencing them as someone else, or seeing them from another’s perspective.
I don’t know if it was a sad dream or a happy one. All I knew was that tear tracks remained.
Waking from my daze, I found myself half-naked. The remnants of my scorched white uniform lay on the sand, and I had been carefully wiped clean of every scratch and burn with sand.
Trash looked at me with an expression like a mother’s. It seemed she was checking my injuries.
”E-excuse me. I was tending to your wounds.”
”Hey, Trash.”
”…Yes. I know it’s presumptuous, but I couldn’t leave scars on a man’s skin…”
Trash had plenty of scars on her own skin. Most of her bare skin was visible through her torn clothes, and we both looked like we’d been through an air raid.
Still half-asleep, I pulled her warm skin closer. Her beautiful face flushed with embarrassment. I looked at her closely again. Her body was covered in wounds from protecting me. I thought they were beautiful scars.
I took off my pants, and Trash did the same, shedding all her clothes.
”Wh-what, Young Master…?”
I pressed my lower abdomen against the flustered Trash.
And I continued until her private parts became moist.
Eventually, she seemed to understand, and her body began to grow warm.
”Um, Young Master… is this… I mean, of course, I’m happy, but… to feel joy again from the Imperial Guard who put you in such danger… And besides, didn’t you like Camslut…?”
Trash was confused. How long had she been awake, nursing me? I looked at her flustered face through my sleepy eyes.
In the glittering sunset, I embraced her as if it were my natural right.
”Ah. Young Master…”
After entering her a few times, I fell asleep as if melting away.
”So… where are we?”
We began to look around.
Trash didn’t mention Camslut. She told me softly that it was too early to mourn, that we should focus on the present. She was right, but my heart still felt hollow, like after losing someone close in an accident—when the loss hasn’t settled in yet.
Trash’s body was full of metal fragments. I looked like a child out of a war zone, my skin blackened with ash. The bleeding had stopped thanks to the healing salve from the Kujukuri Dungeon—an incredible substance that stopped bleeding, cleaned wounds, neutralized poison, and sped recovery. It couldn’t be made anywhere but in a dungeon. Kujukuri Town didn’t produce anything modern—just dried fish.
”I’ve never seen this place,” Trash said. “It’s probably part of another dungeon beyond the second layer of the Forest of Mystery, but… I don’t recognize it.”
”Even you don’t know?”
”No. That door’s colors—never seen them before.”
”It’s pretty though, that blue and orange.”
Trash glanced around, wary and alert, scanning every corner.
”If this dungeon isn’t well-known, maybe it’s safe. Maybe it’s not worth entering.”
”Or maybe no one’s ever come back,” she said quietly. “That’s what ‘unknown’ means.”
”Oh… right.”
”But still… it’s so…”
”Yeah. Peaceful. Gentle, even.”
”We shouldn’t relax,” she muttered.
We looked out to the distance.
The horizon stretched forever.
Water. Everywhere.
The world around us was ocean. The air glowed with orange light, and the horizon shimmered beneath a soft sunset. The sea was so clear that the sunlight reached deep into its depths, coloring everything gold.
It didn’t look like any coast in Japan. The water was a blue-green so pure it almost glowed—untouched by rivers, soil, or runoff. No cities. No ports. No ships or seabirds. Even fish were scarce. Only the endless sea, still and clean, like the heart of some forgotten southern ocean.
For a moment, I forgot we were inside a dungeon at all.
”It’s beautiful,” Trash whispered.
”Yeah.”
”I’ve never seen a dungeon like this.”
”I’d paint it if I could,” I said softly.
The ocean stretched on to the very edge of the world.
Then came a faint sound—like a breath, or the soft ring of water in a glass. Gentle ripples spread, reflecting the sunset, scattering hundreds of silver lights across the sea.
High above, orange clouds drifted apart and vanished.
There was nothing else here.
No monsters. No treasure. Only the quiet sea and the endless, tender glow of evening.
The sea stretched on, seeming to go on forever, like an unending dream.
”What a beautiful place.”
The wind that touched my skin was pleasant, like a breeze coming down from a valley. It wasn’t the unpleasant salty air of a remote island.
”It’s like a deserted island,” Trash said.
”Looks like it.”
”It’s quite small for a deserted island, though…”
”No palm trees, either.”
Suddenly, I noticed how small the place we were lying on was. It was a white sandy beach. Tiny grains of sand glittered, illuminated by the golden light. A small patch of sand, about the size of a room, floated on the sea, with the door standing alone upon it. A shallow sea surrounded it, eventually dropping into the deep ocean. This floating island itself barely rose ten centimeters above the sea, but there were no waves, and the tide didn’t seem to change. I felt like I could stay here forever, becoming part of the scenery.
”It’s so smooth… just normal sand.”
I picked up some sand and looked closely. The small white grains were made of bleached coral, seashells, and diatoms. They looked like ordinary grains of sand. Not like the transforming sand from Kujukuri that glowed or had strange properties.
”It seems no monsters appear here.”
”Or rather, there’s nothing here.”
”Yeah, it seems so.”
”Nothing that attacks us. No scary traps, either.”
”We can’t let our guard down, but on the surface, it’s completely peaceful. The sunset hasn’t moved since we arrived. Maybe it’s always twilight here.”
”…I’m kind of hungry.”
”Young Master, over here.”
I walked over to where Trash was sitting. She was cross-legged, so I sat between her legs and rested my head on her chest. Trash hesitated for a moment before hugging me. Her arms smelled of her scorched white uniform. There was also a faint smell of stomach acid.
”My pocket has a hole in it. This is the last one.”
A single ration bar. A small water bottle. That was all that was left. Her clothes had no pockets anymore.
”What? Then you should eat it, Trash.”
”Don’t worry about me. I’m full.”
”You’re lying. You were on a diet to be able to run, weren’t you?”
”I really am. Look. I can’t move another step because of it.”
”You say that again… even after throwing up everything in your stomach?”
”That was—! Uh, I apologize for showing you something unpleasant…”
When I said that, she visibly panicked. She fumbled for a good excuse, but finally just looked down shyly.
”I was mean. But after using so much Psionic Power consecutively, you must be hungry, right? Let’s split it.”
”I don’t really…”
”You need to regain your strength to escape. Here… ahh.”
”Mmph… Young Master, what are you—!”
I put half the ration bar into Trash’s mouth. I really wanted her to eat it all, but I knew she wouldn’t agree. She chewed the ration, taking sips of water occasionally. Soon, an unbearable sleepiness overcame me.
My head felt heavy, and I leaned against Trash’s chest. She supported me. Her soft feeling was like a high-class sofa.
”I can’t… I’m too tired. I feel like I’m going to pass out.”
”You can sleep. I’ll keep watch.”
I was already half-conscious. And then I fell asleep.
I was in a dreamlike state. Wrapped in a warm futon, I felt like I was floating. In my dream, I experienced many things. My past life. My hopes and regrets. It was like reliving various events, experiencing them as someone else, or seeing them from another’s perspective.
I don’t know if it was a sad dream or a happy one. All I knew was that tear tracks remained.
Waking from my daze, I found myself half-naked. The remnants of my scorched white uniform lay on the sand, and I had been carefully wiped clean of every scratch and burn with sand.
Trash looked at me with an expression like a mother’s. It seemed she was checking my injuries.
”E-excuse me. I was tending to your wounds.”
”Hey, Trash.”
”…Yes. I know it’s presumptuous, but I couldn’t leave scars on a man’s skin…”
Trash had plenty of scars on her own skin. Most of her bare skin was visible through her torn clothes, and we both looked like we’d been through an air raid.
Still half-asleep, I pulled her warm skin closer. Her beautiful face flushed with embarrassment. I looked at her closely again. Her body was covered in wounds from protecting me. I thought they were beautiful scars.
I took off my pants, and Trash did the same, shedding all her clothes.
”Wh-what, Young Master…?”
I pressed my lower abdomen against the flustered Trash.
And I continued until her private parts became moist.
Eventually, she seemed to understand, and her body began to warm.
”Um, Young Master… is this… I mean, of course, I’m happy, but… to feel joy again from the Imperial Guard who put you in such danger… And besides, didn’t you like Camslut…?”
Trash was confused. How long had she been awake, nursing me? I looked at her flustered face through my sleepy eyes.
In the glittering sunset, I embraced her as if it were my natural right.
”Ah. Young Master…”
After entering her a few times, I fell asleep as if melting away.
”So… where are we?”
We began to look around.
Trash didn’t mention Camslut. She told me softly that it was too early to mourn, that we should focus on the present. She was right, but my heart still felt hollow, like after losing someone close in an accident—when the loss hasn’t settled in yet.
Trash’s body was full of metal fragments. I looked like a child out of a war zone, my skin blackened with ash. The bleeding had stopped thanks to the healing salve from the Kujukuri Dungeon—an incredible substance that stopped bleeding, cleaned wounds, neutralized poison, and sped recovery. It couldn’t be made anywhere but in a dungeon. Kujukuri Town didn’t produce anything modern—just dried fish.
”I’ve never seen this place,” Trash said. “It’s probably part of another dungeon beyond the second layer of the Forest of Mystery, but… I don’t recognize it.”
”Even you don’t know?”
”No. That door’s colors—never seen them before.”
”It’s pretty though, that blue and orange.”
Trash glanced around, wary and alert, scanning every corner.
”If this dungeon isn’t well-known, maybe it’s safe. Maybe it’s not worth entering.”
”Or maybe no one’s ever come back,” she said quietly. “That’s what ‘unknown’ means.”
”Oh… right.”
”But still… it’s so…”
”Yeah. Peaceful. Gentle, even.”
”We shouldn’t relax,” she muttered.
We looked out to the distance.
The horizon stretched forever.
Water. Everywhere.
The world around us was ocean. The air glowed with orange light, and the horizon shimmered beneath a soft sunset. The sea was so clear that the sunlight reached deep into its depths, coloring everything gold.
It didn’t look like any coast in Japan. The water was a blue-green so pure it almost glowed—untouched by rivers, soil, or runoff. No cities. No ports. No ships or seabirds. Even fish were scarce. Only the endless sea, still and clean, like the heart of some forgotten southern ocean.
For a moment, I forgot we were inside a dungeon at all.
”It’s beautiful,” Trash whispered.
”Yeah.”
”I’ve never seen a dungeon like this.”
”I’d paint it if I could,” I said softly.
The ocean stretched on to the very edge of the world.
Then came a faint sound—like a breath, or the soft ring of water in a glass. Gentle ripples spread, reflecting the sunset, scattering hundreds of silver lights across the sea.
High above, orange clouds drifted apart and vanished.
There was nothing else here.
No monsters. No treasure. Only the quiet sea and the endless, tender glow of evening.
The sea stretched on, seeming to go on forever, like an unending dream.
”What a beautiful place.”
The wind that touched my skin was pleasant, like a breeze coming down from a valley. It wasn’t the unpleasant salty air of a remote island.
”It’s like a deserted island,” Trash said.
”Looks like it.”
”It’s quite small for a deserted island, though…”
”No palm trees, either.”
Suddenly, I noticed how small the place we were lying on was. It was a white sandy beach. Tiny grains of sand glittered, illuminated by the golden light. A small patch of sand, about the size of a room, floated on the sea, with the door standing alone upon it. A shallow sea surrounded it, eventually dropping into the deep ocean. This floating island itself barely rose ten centimeters above the sea, but there were no waves, and the tide didn’t seem to change. I felt like I could stay here forever, becoming part of the scenery.
”It’s so smooth… just normal sand.”
I picked up some sand and looked closely. The small white grains were made of bleached coral, seashells, and diatoms. They looked like ordinary grains of sand. Not like the transforming sand from Kujukuri that glowed or had strange properties.
”It seems no monsters appear here.”
”Or rather, there’s nothing here.”
”Yeah, it seems so.”
”Nothing that attacks us. No scary traps, either.”
”We can’t let our guard down, but on the surface, it’s completely peaceful. The sunset hasn’t moved since we arrived. Maybe it’s always twilight here.”
”…I’m kind of hungry.”
”Young Master, over here.”
I walked over to where Trash was sitting. She was cross-legged, so I sat between her legs and rested my head on her chest. Trash hesitated for a moment before hugging me. Her arms smelled of her scorched white uniform. There was also a faint smell of stomach acid.
”My pocket has a hole in it. This is the last one.”
A single ration bar. A small water bottle. That was all that was left. Her clothes had no pockets anymore.
”What? Then you should eat it, Trash.”
”Don’t worry about me. I’m full.”
”You’re lying. You were on a diet to be able to run, weren’t you?”
”I really am. Look. I can’t move another step because of it.”
”You say that again… even after throwing up everything in your stomach?”
”That was—! Uh, I apologize for showing you something unpleasant…”
When I said that, she visibly panicked. She fumbled for a good excuse, but finally just looked down shyly.
”I was mean. But after using so much Psionic Power consecutively, you must be hungry, right? Let’s split it.”
”I don’t really…”
”You need to regain your strength to escape. Here… ahh.”
”Mmph… Young Master, what are you—!”
I put half the ration bar into Trash’s mouth. I really wanted her to eat it all, but I knew she wouldn’t agree. She chewed the ration, taking sips of water occasionally. Soon, an unbearable sleepiness overcame me.
My head felt heavy, and I leaned against Trash’s chest. She supported me. Her soft feeling was like a high-class sofa.
”I can’t… I’m too tired. I feel like I’m going to pass out.”
”You can sleep. I’ll keep watch.”
I was already half-conscious. And then I fell asleep.
I was in a dreamlike state. Wrapped in a warm futon, I felt like I was floating. In my dream, I experienced many things. My past life. My hopes and regrets. It was like reliving various events, experiencing them as someone else, or seeing them from another’s perspective.
I don’t know if it was a sad dream or a happy one. All I knew was that tear tracks remained.
Waking from my daze, I found myself half-naked. The remnants of my scorched white uniform lay on the sand, and I had been carefully wiped clean of every scratch and burn with sand.
Trash looked at me with an expression like a mother’s. It seemed she was checking my injuries.
”E-excuse me. I was tending to your wounds.”
”Hey, Trash.”
”…Yes. I know it’s presumptuous, but I couldn’t leave scars on a man’s skin…”
Trash had plenty of scars on her own skin. Most of her bare skin was visible through her torn clothes, and we both looked like we’d been through an air raid.
Still half-asleep, I pulled her warm skin closer. Her beautiful face flushed with embarrassment. I looked at her closely again. Her body was covered in wounds from protecting me. I thought they were beautiful scars.
I took off my pants, and Trash did the same, shedding all her clothes.
”Wh-what, Young Master…?”
I pressed my lower abdomen against the flustered Trash.
And I continued until her private parts became moist.
Eventually, she seemed to understand, and her body began to warm.
”Um, Young Master… is this… I mean, of course, I’m happy, but… to feel joy again from the Imperial Guard who put you in such danger… And besides, didn’t you like Camslut…?”
Trash was confused. How long had she been awake, nursing me? I looked at her flustered face through my sleepy eyes.
In the glittering sunset, I embraced her as if it were my natural right.
”Ah. Young Master…”
After entering her a few times, I fell asleep as if melting away.
Notes:
• Psionic Power – Mental energy concept in Chapter 35’s lecture. Trash-san teaches it to strengthen the protagonist’s mind after dungeon ordeals.
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