Chapter 11

I can't help but laugh. I tried to collect myself and hold my laughter, but I just couldn't!

Right in front of me is Kieffer.

I mean, Francis. He is just... covered with mud. From head to toe.

What happened to him???

He looks just like a... grasshopper that jumps in a muddy puddle.

Pffft.

I looked at him, and he was glaring at me. I raised my right hand and made a peace sign.

Wait.. What am I doing?

Ever since... I fell unconscious. I can say that my body feels lighter than before. Just like... a yacht finally letting go of its anchor and setting sail in the sea.

Ahhhh, I love what I'm feeling right now.

Francis finished wiping his face using the towel given to the staff earlier. I just continued eating my meal—okay, fine, I faked eating.

Fine? I can't focus on eating while someone is in that state, right? I wonder why he looks like that.

The staff from earlier came back hurriedly, saying, "The bath is ready. This way, sir."

I sipped my coffee and tried to avoid his gaze,