Ashe shrugged. "You should have seen the layer of grime I just scrubbed off. I spent last night rolling around in the rain, fighting against Sacred Realm sorcerers. I was filthy and exhausted. Forget the Four Pillars Cult invading. Even if the Four Pillar Deities themselves came looking for trouble, I'd still take this bath!"

As much as Iger wanted to admit to enjoying the water, he spoke up, "If we had spent this time searching for an escape route—"

His words were cut short by a voice from behind. "Escape? How?"

Harvey put down his plate, burping contentedly. "Don't be fooled by the quiet atmosphere. Thirteen sorcerers stood guard outside, with one at the Sacred Realm level. If you went to take a piss, they'd probably send someone to hold your little hose for you. Where exactly do you expect to find the opening to escape?"

"I am a Mind Class sorcerer proficient in the Control Class," Iger said coldly. "I have never needed others to leave an opening for me. A fraudster never relies on someone forgetting to guard their wallet."

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