The Fat Aristocrat Waltz in the Labyrinth - Chapter 47
Chapter 47: The fat aristocrat takes a bath today
“It’s not impossible—it may not be ideal to live, though.”
With his arms crossed while soaking in the bath, the lion-headed man made a low growling sound—a direct response to the question Mitrof had asked Canule.
All year round, the public bathhouse, where the lights and steam never cease, is always crowded with people.
No matter if one is a commoner, a noble, a beastman, or an adventurer, once they strip off their clothes, they are all the same. Everyone enjoys soaking in the hot water, making it a place to heal their daily fatigue.
Mitrof also goes to the bathhouse frequently to ease the tension and fatigue of his adventures.
Today, however, the smallblade rabbits’ cut on his body hurt so bad that he was only able to sit halfway in the bathtub and soak his lower body.
“Even if it’s not impossible, won’t the guild not allow it?”
“In all things, there are loopholes—in laws and in the labyrinth. For those who are tired of living in the city, have no place to go, or are being chased, the labyrinth is convenient. And the guild is always too busy to bother chasing after everyone who enters it.”
“So, they’re the people living in the labyrinth.”
“I’ve also seen them a few times—they gather somewhere in the labyrinth and seem to live together while helping each other out—and I’ve heard stories of them trading with the city merchants.”
“Unbelievable—people are really living in the labyrinth.”
Even in the shallow depths of underground floors that only go down to the 10th floor, Mitrof may have felt his life was in danger multiple times. The monsters were so terrifying, and the labyrinth environment was tough.
Even if he considered how many days he could survive there, he couldn’t imagine a bright future.
“Only those who can adapt can survive—there may be circumstances that force them to choose to live in that environment.”
The lion-headed man turned his head and looked at Mitrof.
“So, you made it to the 10th floor—your beginner period is about to end soon.”
“…I hope to finish it without any trouble.”
“From the looks of your wounds, it seems like you’re having a hard time.”
The lion-headed man laughed.
At a glance, Mitrof’s body was marked by several red straight line scars. Today, he was just overwhelmed by the smallblade rabbits’ speed. He still can’t deal with its quickness.
“I’m having trouble with the smallblade rabbits.”
Mitrof slowly sank his body into the hot water. The wounds stung, but he gradually got used to the prickly pain. People can adapt. That’s true.
The hot water was slightly cloudy and soft. The steam reflected the light of the lanterns on the wall.
By soaking in the hot water up to his shoulders, Mitrof finally felt like he had taken a bath.
He let out a long sigh, and the heat resonated throughout his body, melting his stiff fatigue.
Mitrof and the lion-headed man looked out over the bathhouse, where the steam drifted lazily. The circular bath was spacious, and there were always men soaking in it. Laughter echoed from somewhere.
With a splash of hot water, the lion-headed man stood up.
“All adventurers struggle with smallblade rabbits, even if they defeat trolls and handle ferocious wild boars—strange, isn’t it?”
The way he spoke suggested that he, too, had struggled with smallblade rabbits.
“How did you conquer it?”
“How? Unfortunately, there is no model answer—you have to think for yourself and master it yourself—and that’s all there is to it.”
With a snort of laughter coming from the gap in his teeth, the lion-headed man left the bath.
Watching his large back as he left, Mitrof muttered under his breath.
“…He’s so cool.”