"Clang."
"Whew...!"
After closing the door, Arthur let out a heavy breath. It seemed the middle-aged female receptionist on the first floor really had an astonishing way of speaking.
"..."
Carl, however, hadn't paid much attention to the receptionist's words. Instead, after seeing what the twin room looked like, she furrowed her brows and wore an expression of faint distaste.
The room's lighting was dim, and the floor was covered with a layer of dark-gray carpet, but there were many dark stains on it.
The sheets on the two single beds hadn't even been smoothed out. The wooden vanity table looked somewhat dilapidated, while the chair, if its degree of wear could be described, was practically falling apart.
She then turned her head to look left.
The bathroom beside the door was extremely cramped. The sink, toilet, and bathtub were all visibly filthy, and there was even green moss that could be seen with the naked eye in the corners.
Damp.
Dirty.
Cramped.
This left the slightly germophobic Carl deeply displeased.
Arthur, standing to the side, seemed to notice Carl's unhappiness, but could only comfort her helplessly.
"Sister Carl, let's make do for one night. I don't really like this place either."
"It's fine..." Carl shrugged as if deflating, then pulled her suitcase toward the vanity and said with a smile, "Before becoming a Spartan, I even survived by eating insects in the forests of Minos Island. I can only say that I'm too fussy now."
"Eating... insects?"
Hearing this, Arthur involuntarily looked at Carl's lips. The thought of those soft pink lips having eaten insects...
A chill ran through him.
He then shook his head slightly, clearing the unpleasant images from his mind, and pulled his suitcase over to the bed against the wall.
Afterward.
Carl and Arthur took