"Chrollo, are you here to take a bath too?"
Cordis spoke with feigned composure, wrapped in a bath towel.
Although his words sounded casual, the obvious flush on his face betrayed his panic.
He silently prayed that Chrollo would hurry up and leave.
But things did not go his way.
Chrollo also wanted to prove there was nothing wrong with his sexual orientation.
Holding his book, he plopped down on the bed, casually picked up the book in front of him, and began reading intently.
"Don't mind me. Go ahead and get dressed."
How the hell was he supposed to not mind?
Cordis smiled on the outside and cursed inwardly.
Bending over to look for clothes was absolutely out of the question now. With no other choice, he grabbed the dirty clothes he had left on the chair and put them straight on.
They still smelled of sweat, and Cordis instantly felt that his bath had been a complete waste.
When Cordis emerged from the bathroom looking dejected,
he found Chrollo staring at him.
That gaze sent a shiver down his spine.
Did he find out I used up all his shampoo and body wash?
Cordis wondered as he dried his hair.
Just as Cordis was about to resign himself to confessing, Chrollo suddenly spoke.
"Cordis, you read my books and notes, didn't you?"
Cordis assumed Chrollo was reproaching him for touching his things without permission.
After all, it was impossible to tell what Chrollo was thinking just from his eyes.
Cordis nodded, expecting a silent rebuke next.
Instead, Chrollo walked up to him with the notes and pointed to a passage.
"How do you translate this part?"
Cordis studied it carefully, quickly searching his memory for the notes he had only recently read.
"At the easternmost reaches of the