The courtesan led Emery along the way, showing this and that, both to entertain the guest and to make him waste whatever silver and gold he had.
Emery, as usual, faced the long wooden stairs flanked by a dark red carpet as if they were his greatest enemies. The woman's charming voice was just background noise as he stared at his enemies with smoldering eyes.
"At least my body is better than before!" he thought, consoling himself, with a bit of truth and a bit of a lie.
It was true that his physical disposition improved a lot, he was no longer as fragile as he was when he woke up in this world, but the damage that the powers inside his body did was not easy at all.
Emery omitted from the others, the few cramps he had in his legs and the pains he sometimes felt in his chest as if he were about to have a heart attack, at least he wasn't spitting up blood or showing outward signs that something was wrong.
