By noon, Lann's clothes and the items he poured out from his alchemy pouch that required drying were finally completely dried again.
"The Grandmaster's suit uses more steel, and it surprisingly dries more easily than my previous equipment."
After all, steel neither absorbs water nor retains it.
Lann grumbled as he put on his heavy armor once more.
This gave him a renewed sense of security.
After carefully tidying up Cassandra's courtyard, Lann turned around to leave.
They had provided him with a place, so after using it, he had to restore it to its original state. Lann was a person with good manners.
In this era, stepping out of the courtyard was akin to stepping into the wilderness.
As it approached noon, the temperature was steadily rising. Lann crossed a field filled with violets, the air thick with the fragrance of oregano and wild lemon trees.
