The streetlights were already up at night, and outside the public bathhouse, the hours of operation and free notice were still posted.
She hesitantly entered a bathhouse.
When the hot water splashed over her body, the sweat stains, dirt, and blood scabs were gradually washed away.
Standing in the mist, she suddenly felt as if her skin didn't belong to her.
This comfort, this clean feeling, was so unfamiliar.
She touched her arm, the thought that she couldn't go back suddenly emerged.
"Our nobility can only wipe their faces with ice water in winter. Yet, the poor here can soak in hot baths."
She suddenly understood that those "imperial civilities" she used to look down on were not just for show, but a way of life.
Later she slowly figured out that Sif stayed in the Red Tide Territory not by coercion, but stood openly at the center of power, becoming one of the two wives of Red Tide Lord Louis.
This news plunged her into deeper confusion.
