"That's right. It's basically finished."
Though I looked a sorry sight, with parts of me barely covered, I naturally had no reason to feel embarrassed. I finally got out of bed and shared what I'd learned.
"There was some danger. We almost didn't make it back, but at the client's request, I still have to keep the details confidential for now."
Of course, I still had professional standards. I didn't reveal too much to my knowledge-hungry colleague.
"As if anyone cared. So you got yourself into that state just to come back?"
Professor Lisha snorted, as expected, and looked disdainful.
"Yeah."
Thinking about the losses, I couldn't help sighing for a moment. Still, I didn't forget to straighten my collar and cuffs and maintain my composure.
"Your recovery is enviable. Why haven't you changed your clothes? Are you really that broke?"
The bloodstained clothes revealed smooth skin whenever I moved, and Professor Lisha had naturally noticed. Knowing I was in no danger at all, she continued teasing me without restraint.
"Broke and busy."
I only shook my head, recalling yesterday's trials, and casually invited her downstairs to talk.
"That's so pitiful. Want me to give you something to wear?"
Looking around at the lavish surroundings, Lisha obviously didn't believe a word of it. She followed me downstairs, sneering all the while, and couldn't help asking again once we sat down.
"No thanks."
As expected, Professor Fu didn't try to take advantage of her, though the reason—
"I'm not used to wearing leather."
I looked her over, then let my gaze settle on the ornament around her neck.
I had to admit, though it clashed somewhat with her scholarly image, the black band against her snow-white neck made quite an impact. It suited her, too.
After all, Professor Lisha had the