“Kieee~ Twinkle twinkle golden castle~ How I wonder what you are~ Best in the world that’s what you are~ Castle filled with diamonds and rubies~ Our Sir Eugene is the greatest of all~ Kiek?!”

“You’re too noisy.”

The spirit was humming a bizarre song while floating in the water-filled bathtub. Her tune was disturbed by a well-placed flick to her forehead, and she responded with a gloomy expression.

“Oh, what’s the matter? I’m going to hire a minstrel in the future to spread the legend of your lordship and myself.”

“Stop your nonsense and wash my back,” Eugene said.

“Yeap.”

Mirian fluttered up and started to thoroughly wash Eugene’s back with her ‘spits and shits.’ It was a little unpleasant at first, but it felt rather refreshing except for the sounds she made.

“Ah, by the way, sir. These little itty tattoos. There’s only seven of them left now,” Mirian commented.

“Is that so?” Eugene said. Five of the initial twelve tattoos had completely disappeared. Eugene would gain a new ability with the disappearance of each tattoo, and all of them had been greatly helpful. Black Scales, camouflage, transformation, language interpretation, and the most recent, berserker.

‘I shouldn’t use berserker if I can help it.’

It was a tremendous ability that amplified all of his abilities for a few minutes, but the drawback of exhausting all of his energy afterward was too great....