Iver specifically checked and found that the front-desk boy hadn't been pulling his leg—the room really didn't have any hot water.
Not only was there no hot water, there wasn't even any way to boil water. The room had no stove, nor anywhere to bathe.
...After all, this was Avalon sixty years ago. It was understandable.
Judging by the fact that they could provide hot food, the kitchen could at least boil water. They simply didn't provide it to guests... Most likely, they were still using firewood.
Iver became keenly aware of what great things Queen Sophia had done—without the popularization of alchemy, the equipment in Avalon's rural towns was no different from that of the Middle Ages.
There were no electric lights, no telephones, no hot water... The guest rooms didn't even have gas stoves. The price of fireplaces simply couldn't come down.
Fortunately, this body Iver was using was fairly sturdy, and they wouldn't be staying the night. That was why he didn't have to worry about catching a cold or developing a fever.
Thankfully, there were indeed clean towels in the room.
Iver tried to use Illumination Spell to treat Daya.
As expected... Great Sage's rituals really were demanding. Iver couldn't use Illumination Spell at all. Or rather, there was no mana in his body.
...Tsk.
That made sense. If he could use Illumination Spell, the mission wouldn't have required him to find medicine.
Iver wasn't worried, though. He had only recently obtained Extraordinary Ability and hadn't yet grown overly reliant on it.
Unlike veteran transcenders who were already accustomed to having Extraordinary Ability, this might count as one of Iver's strengths.
He first helped his "daughter," Daya, dry her hair and tucked the drowsy, listless girl into bed to rest. Then he wiped his own body