After two more days passed, Eugene finally got out of bed. Although he hadn’t completely recovered, after five whole days of complete bed rest, his body had now recovered enough that he was able to move haltingly.

“Don’t you need me to give you some support?” Mer approached him with this offer.

But Eugene just shook his head and said, “Don’t need it.”

Standing in front of a mirror, Eugene dried his damp hair.

“How does it feel to have a shower after five days?” Mer asked.

Eugene just shrugged, “It feels about the same as ever?”

“After all, oil has been accumulating in your hair for five days,” Mer pointed out.

Eugene denied this with a frown, “But it hasn’t? Don’t you know I’ve been taking care of that every day by using magic?”

“Then why did you even need to take a shower?”

“Because I wanted to?”

“Yes, yes,” Mer conceded with a giggle as she dragged a chair behind Eugene’s back.

Then Mer stood on the chair and began combing Eugene’s hair. His hair, which had been wet just a few moments before, had already been dried by a warm wind blowing over it.

“It doesn’t really need to be combed,” Eugene grumbled.

“I’m doing this because I’m bored,” Mer explained. “Also, do you really think that it’s unneeded? You seem to think that unkempt hair suits you better, but I believe you would look much better with neatly combed hair.”

“Know why that is? It’s because I have a handsome face,” Eugene bragged.

“You’re so shameless…,” Mer muttered.

While Mer was combing his hair, Eugene adjusted his outfit. He was wearing the black formal dress uniform of the Lionheart clan. It was neat, without any creases, but Eugene still felt the need to fiddle with his outfit by undoing a button and then re-fastening it.

“What about your cloak?” Mer asked.

“There shouldn’t be an issue with wearing it,” Eugene replied.

With a soft smile, Mer wrapped the Cloak of Darkness around Eugene’s shoulders. After she was done, Eugene looked back up into the mirror, only to find that, for some reason, he didn’t really like the look of his cleanly combed hair.

So he casually ruffled it with his hand.

“Why would you do something like that!” Mer exclaimed, her cheeks puffing up with displeasure.

However, she didn’t stubbornly insist on any more combing and immediately slipped into the cloak when Eugene held it open for her.

“Don’t come out today unless I call you,”...