Chapter 128 – After the Battle, Comes the Silence
After their sparring match, the atmosphere grew quiet. The sun climbed higher in the sky, shortening the shadows of the trees at the edge of the field. The wind was no longer as cold as it had been that morning, but still cool enough to soothe sweat-covered skin.
Sofia took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from her forehead with a small towel she brought herself. Sylvia stood silently beside her, as usual not sweating in the slightest. Her expression remained calm, eyes fixed on Sofia’s movements quietly admiring her.
"If I didn’t know you were undead, I’d definitely be jealous," Sofia murmured with a smile, acknowledging the stark difference between them.
"You’re still beautiful when you sweat," Sylvia replied flatly.
Sofia pinched Sylvia lightly on the waist. "Stop teasing me."
Sylvia shrugged. "I’m just stating a fact."
They walked side by side, leaving the training field. Their footsteps made no sound on the stone path. A corridor opened through the trees, leading to a small wooden building not far from the arena a traditional-style house used as a resting place and makeshift bath.
As they entered, the scent of pinewood and herbal infusions greeted them. Inside were two adjoining rooms: one for changing, and the other a hot bath large enough for two. The space was warm and serene, with sunlight filtering through slatted windows, casting a gentle glow on the rising steam like a thin mist in the air.
Sofia entered the washing room first to clean herself with warm water. Meanwhile, Sylvia waited outside patiently. She didn’t need to bathe, but still wanted to accompany Sofia in her own way.
A few minutes later, Sofia emerged with damp hair partially dried with a towel. She wore a relaxed outfit: a loose white tunic and linen shorts. Her cheeks and ears were still red from the heat.
"You’re not bathing?" she asked.