As night deepened, everyone washed up and looked for rooms without corpses to rest in. When Kurumi casually pulled open a bedside drawer, she found it stuffed with condoms of every kind, leaving her utterly speechless.
She let down the twin ponytails hanging before her chest, and her waterfall-like black hair spilled down her back. Turning around, she drew the curtains. In that instant, bathed in moonlight, Kurumi—usually so mischievous and impish—seemed to gain a trace of vulnerability that made her pitifully lovable.
Lying on the bed, she held her injured right hand high. Even in the darkness, its fair, alluring skin was faintly visible. If she could not vaguely sense the general condition of her body, Kurumi would have thought the bones in her hand had been shattered.
Although her recovery speed was extremely fast compared to an ordinary person's, the damage caused by injuring it a second time would not heal so easily, especially when her physical abilities had not yet surpassed the limits of normal humans.
When she was young, she had often heard the old lady at the orphanage say, "A hundred days to heal injured tendons and bones."
Though that was somewhat exaggerated, it still showed just how slowly injured tendons and bones recovered. It was unlike a skin wound, where platelets could quickly form a scab.
To Kurumi, this amount of pain was nothing, but whenever she exerted force, a numb sensation shot straight into her heart.
Even with her current recovery ability, Kurumi would need a full ten days or so of rest. That was a figure she had calculated herself... As for increasing her attributes, it could at most forcibly stimulate her mind. As for the aftereffects, she had already experienced them while crossing the river today.
That drowsy, listless exhaustion reminded