Chapter 8: A princess, but not a heroine (1)
If the troll's blood gave Ihan astonishing recovery abilities and immense strength, the gnoll's blood granted him a heightened sense of smell and keen instincts.
While there's much to be said about his instincts, let's set that aside for now. His sense of smell, however, was three times sharper than that of an average human, giving him an extraordinary power.
The ability to remember people by scent alone.
Like dogs with poor eyesight who rely on their noses to recognize their owners even years later, Ihan, somewhat unintentionally, developed the ability to remember people by their scent rather than their face.
...Once he got used to it, it turned out to be quite convenient.
"...I'm leaving now."
"What about your wages?"
"Just deposit it into the bank like always. And don’t forget—otherwise, you know what’ll happen."
"Look, I may not worry about the others, but I wouldn't dare shortchange you, Lihan. In fact, I’m more likely to give you double! Just promise not to work anywhere else."
"I know."
Ihan casually responded to the foreman's words and then splashed water on himself from the well.
Washing away the sweat and dust, he dried off with a towel, achieving a modest sense of cleanliness.