So, in one day, I would be embarking on the escort mission with Salima and the princess. Thanks to my inventory magic, I could easily organize and carry luggage. I was even able to bathe when we camped. But in spite of this marvelous convenience, Olivia and Diane were busy with their own preparations.
Olivia was instructing the maids on what to do while we were out.
Meanwhile, Diane wrote letter after letter, mailing them to various different places. Once finished with those tasks, they were occupied with some sort of work in our bedroom.
I was puzzled. On a typical long-distance journey, one would be unable to bathe. Water was a valuable resource, and journeying by carriage required careful preparation. However, my inventory made all those considerations defunct—life was much easier. But when confronted with this fact, my wives simply began rearranging all of their clothing and cosmetic packing.
“Girls? I have my inventory, so you don’t really have to bother with that.”
“No, dearest. A woman must organize her own cosmetics. She mustn’t force her husband to trouble himself over such a thing.”
“Teehee. I’m quite enjoying myself preparing for the journey, but I thank you for your consideration.”
Ahh, there was something familiar about the way they chided me. A tradesman wouldn’t want an amateur touching his tools. Or perhaps a better comparison was a hunter who didn’t want to entrust others with maintaining his bow or preparing his arrows?
At any rate, I decided it wasn’t worth fussing over. Indeed, as I watched
the girls wrestling with bottles of cosmetics, taking them out of and putting them back into their bags, they looked to be enjoying themselves.
I also noticed once more that Olivia had been a great deal more relaxed since Diane had arrived. I was loath to admit my shortcoming, but it seemed that, as a man, there were some things you just couldn’t understand about a woman.
Pondering taking my wives on a date to restore our energy, I realized with a start that I had no idea when they would finish. After a glance around revealed that they had a great deal of work yet to do, I set off for the living room, thinking I might take a nap. But on the way, Marthe, the wife of the tailor, stopped me.
“Lord Chris, I brought the item you left with me. My husband finished it some time this morning.”
“Ooh, perfect! I’m glad he finished it before we left. Thank you, Marthe.
Tell your husband I said thanks, too.”
I took the item and looked at it. It was just as I ordered. Heheheh, can’t wait for tonight.
“It was our pleasure. My husband poured all his time and effort into this order because it came from the hero himself, so much so that as soon as he finished his work, he slept like a log.”
“His name’s Alain, right? I’m sure I’ll have plenty more orders for him in the future, so tell him to take care of himself. Here, take this and treat him to a nice meal.”
I had already paid in advance, but as thanks for getting it done so quickly, I added a little tip. Marthe seemed surprised at the size of the gold coin I handed her, but she knew that refusing it would embarrass me, so she accepted it with a nod.
Heheheh, a single gold coin was a cheap price to pay for tonight’s fun.
With a spring in my step, I went to get my nap and rest up for the evening.