After washing up, Greg stood and began stripping off his clothes to change, right in front of Vivian.
His sleek muscles took on a healthy, wheat-colored glow in the dim light, and the sharply defined contours of his abdomen shifted slightly with his movements.
This was far from Vivian's first time seeing him like this, but her cheeks still flushed crimson.
Almost instinctively, she turned her back on Greg, her flustered gaze settling on the darkness in the distance.
Greg finished buttoning his clothes, noticed her movement, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
"N-nothing." Vivian's voice sounded a little strained, carrying a deliberately maintained composure.
"Oh. If anything comes up, just let me know."
Greg didn't press her, instead continuing to straighten his collar.
Vivian let out a breath, then took the opportunity to look around the camp.
Though the space was large, there was only one tent, the embers of a campfire, a few simple cooking utensils, and a folding table beside it.
Even calling it "spartan" seemed too generous. Seeing him live in these conditions made Vivian's heart ache a little.
"Greg."
"Hmm?" Greg turned around.
Vivian said, "If you don't want to live somewhere like this, I can provide a place for you at the Academy. You can move in whenever you like."
Greg didn't doubt for a moment that Vivian was serious.
As the Kingdom's First Princess, there was nothing unusual about Vivian having a separate residence at the Academy.
Given her personality, if she had offered, it was surely a sincere invitation.
But Greg had no intention of leaving the Dungeon. It might be a little dangerous for others, but for him, it was practically paradise.
So Greg shook his head. "Thanks, but I still prefer living here."
He paused, then added, "Of course, it's