Inside the room, the luxurious bath, wreathed in mist, seemed to be wrapped in clouds. Its clear, warm water glowed faintly blue, as though infused with some mysterious magical element—or perhaps it was simply exceptionally clear.
At any rate!
Annie, Frieren, and Fern had eaten their fill and were now soaking comfortably in the hot spring inside the room, enjoying this rare moment of leisure.
Like the hall outside, the decor in this grand bath was extraordinary!
For instance, exquisite stone sculptures stood along the edge of the pool. They came in all shapes and forms: elves poised to take flight, mages holding staffs, sacred magical beasts, and more. As the mist curled around them, they seemed almost alive, as if dancing lightly through the haze. But when you looked closely, they didn't appear to react at all.
The walls around the bath were also studded with sparkling gems for illumination. In the soft glow of magical light and the full moon beyond the one-way magical glass, the water and mist refracted dazzling, almost iridescent colors, making the entire bath seem like something out of a dream.
"..."
At one corner of the bath, Annie was half closing her eyes like a lazy little cat, leaning against the best spot in the pool. The heat of the spring had flushed her fair cheeks pink, like ripe apples, making her look utterly adorable.
"..."
As for Frieren, the elf mage who had lived for well over a thousand years, she was quietly soaking in the water. Her long silver hair had been let down, falling loosely over her shoulders and into the pool, where it drifted gently with the ripples.
She simply sat there with her eyes closed, wearing a faintly content, languid expression as she enjoyed the hot spring without