Reinhold rose from his bed and walked out onto the terrace. Despite the superhuman recovery rate that came with being part of the Hero’s party, which allowed him to move around, his wounds would reopen and bleed if he overexerted himself. The searing pain that felt like hot iron being pressed against his flesh constantly plagued him, but he had grown tired of lying in bed all day.

As he leaned heavily against the terrace railing, he noticed Gyanal below, giving precise instructions to the maids.

“Did the benefactor enjoy the meal last night?”

“Yes, my lady. He finished everything, …