"There are no major issues."
Merlin thought it over and decided not to bring the matter up just yet. Old Wilson and the others were still immersed in the excitement of having just settled down, and there was no need to voice this and worry them.
"As long as there are no problems, that's fine."
Old Wilson visibly breathed a sigh of relief.
"However, for the next few days, I will likely stay in Count Sailin's castle to deal with the Count's trouble."
After Merlin offered Old Wilson an explanation, he returned to the room that had just been cleaned up.
Early in the morning, Merlin woke up. As usual, beads of sweat covered his body. Through his continued practice of the poses on the relief sculpture over the past few days, Merlin could already feel his physical fitness improving bit by bit.
Though the change was not very distinct, it was indeed improving. At this rate, perhaps after waiting a few more months, his physical fitness could rival that of a second-level elemental swordsman.
After changing his clothes, Merlin saw that Old Wilson was still resting. Long-distance travel for so long had clearly left Old Wilson utterly exhausted, and now that things had settled and his mind was at ease, he could finally get some true rest. Thus, Merlin did not disturb Old Wilson. He simply informed Commander Pula and walked alone toward Count Sailin's castle.
The guards outside the castle had clearly received orders, so upon seeing Merlin, they respectfully opened the iron gate and let him enter. Inside the castle, the kind of "surveilling" gazes from yesterday still existed, but there were far fewer of them, and the guards hidden in the shadows had clearly acknowledged Merlin's status.
In the hall, Cook was nowhere to be seen,