Before he knew it, he had spent two days in the Bedroom Space.
Humming a tune, Ruger walked out of the small bedroom in the station, calculating in his heart as he went.
Naturally, he had not spent the past two days doing nothing but enjoying himself. Though the feeling of enjoyment had been quite nice—sleeping in, savoring fine food and wine, and even having the little fuzzballs, under Stray Hair One's training, develop barely passable massage skills, treating his back as a target for their charge and refraining from using Lesser Sharpness while charging.
But he, the great Wizard Ruger, had always kept his path to transcendence in mind. For instance, following the knowledge of cultivating spirit hairs included with the sublimation ritual, he had used the specialized experimental bench constructed last time to conduct a thorough examination of the materials he had collected.
Judging by the results, what he had on hand was barely enough for an attempt. But he wanted to do better. After all, his spirit hairs were no ordinary little fuzzballs; they were all outstanding little fellows. That meant troubling this island's master, Wizard Kurt, the God of Sorrow.
Two days of utterly relaxed enjoyment truly did leave one refreshed and clear-headed.
Thinking back to the Abyss, Ruger decided that his plan to take a long vacation after returning had been absolutely correct.
He felt as if he had become a carefree little kobold once more.
As he pondered how to approach Kurt, he swayed around a corner, only for his footsteps to halt.
A tall figure with red hair sat in the same place where she had been sitting two days ago.
Ruger stared over in surprise. That inexplicable wizard had actually sat here for two whole days.
Perhaps because he had often witnessed