“Shim-nim, are you okay!?”

When I came back to the mansion all tattered from breaking through the 81st floor, I was caught by Sumire.

I rubbed my nose. “Ah, Sumire, this is… Mm, I just had a pretty long fight.”

She remarked out of concern, “You look tired. Please wash up and sleep.”

“Yeah, I will,” I mumbled half-heartedly and wondered why Sumire was out in the garden. Before I could think further, Sumire clapped her hands and asked, “Would you like me to wash your back? I often did it when my father was still alive.”

I glanced at her. “I’ll have to refuse. For the record, don’t offer to do that to a man unless you plan on marrying him.”

She blinked, somewhat confused. “Ok…?”

Hm? Is she just treating me as if I was her father? Rather than that, her father made a grown up girl wash his back!? I fell into a stupor. At the same time, I saw a piece of the garden land that had been flipped over from the corner of my eyes. No, it wasn’t just flipped over. Since there were some plants growing on it, it looked like someone was growing some vegetables.

When Sumire saw what I was looking at, she...