"Why did you head straight into the bathroom as soon as you suddenly returned?"
Nightmare crouched on the corner of the table, tilting her head at Greg as he emerged from the bathroom. Suspicion gleamed in her slit pupils; his unusual behavior had clearly piqued her interest.
Greg dried his wet hair with a towel and scoffed inwardly.
Heh, because I didn't want that feline nose of yours picking up any strange scents again!
Nightmare had ultimately discovered what had happened between him and Veronica last time. Afterward, she had pestered him for ages, demanding to know why he hadn't invited her to watch.
He had spent an entire afternoon soothing Nightmare that time.
So if he hadn't showered right away this time, the Goddess, whose curiosity had grown every bit as insatiable as a cat's, would definitely have sniffed out some clue about him and Vivian immediately. Who knew whether she would then demand something even more outrageous than watching from the sidelines?
Better to avoid the trouble altogether.
Greg answered expressionlessly:
"Nothing. I just felt like taking a shower. Don't tell me you have the same fetish as a certain idiot dragon girl and enjoy sniffing my sweat?"
"Idiot dragon girl?"
Nightmare's ears twitched. Although she didn't know exactly what Greg was referring to, it certainly didn't sound very intelligent.
Besides, on second thought, Greg often bathed even in the Dungeon, so his rush to shower now might simply mean he liked staying clean.
Nightmare therefore dropped the subject, lowering her head and returning her attention to the exquisite Pocket Watch between her paws.
Still, her nose twitched twice, as though some scent lingered in the air.
Seeing that, Greg walked straight over and opened the window.
"Let's get some fresh air. It's too stuffy in here."
Outside,