Blood Moon Country, Broken Lake Prison.
"If you've been hurt enough, then use your own two hands to cut open yesterday's curse. Wait through the night for daylight, leaving only scars..."
Igula woke on the velvet bed, yawned, and went to the bathroom to take off his pajamas and nightcap. He tested the temperature with his toes first, then lay down in the bathtub that filled with warm water on a timer and comfortably soaked in an early-morning bath.
For the sake of being able to bathe whenever he wanted, Igula had paid the price of 1 Contribution Point per 3 days to move into this premium Dormitory. Because of that, his Contribution Points were actually rather tight. After all, living here for five months would cost 50 Contribution Points, equal to a death row inmate's entire starting amount.
But he considered it more than worth the cost, because bathing was not only one of Igula's hobbies, it also seemed to be a hobby of the "Contract" Spell Spirit.
During one bath, Igula had fallen asleep because he was too exhausted. While he was hazy and half-awake, he had faintly seen the "Contract" Spell Spirit riding Little Yellow Duck and splashing around in the bathtub.
Although after Igula opened his eyes, the "Contract" Spell Spirit immediately vanished as if it had never appeared, Igula trusted his own judgment: the "Contract" Spell Spirit really liked baths.
If this had happened outside, at most it would have been an amusing topic for casual conversation, with no real practical meaning.
Although Spell Spirits were undoubtedly intelligent and had moods and preferences, most Spellcasters rarely paid attention to their Spell Spirits' condition. After all, as long as Spell Power was supplied, even if a Spell Spirit was unwilling in every possible way, it still