Chapter 25

I looked out the window. The moon was unusually bright tonight, so I gathered up my bedding then and there and left the room.

“Boss. Sleep well.”
“Sleeping outside again?”
“The moon’s bright, is all.”
“Keep that up and your mouth’ll go crooked. The air’s still cold.”¹
“A murim warrior knows nothing of such things.”
“…Suit yourself.”

Carrying on like that, he’ll catch cold. I threw a glance at the boss as he grumbled his way off to bed, and went outside.

I tipped my head back and looked up at the eaves along the roofline, worked in an...