322,

Tired...

After an hour of battle, Cyclone finally managed to make a bed.

Having never learned carpentry, Cyclone used only his memory of a bed and his rough technique to slowly assemble the pieces of wood into a bed.

Four small legs, a large wooden board, and a large amount of green leaves placed on top.

Afterwards, he covered it with more leaves, creating a makeshift bed and...

"Damn it!! Why didn't I just buy one in that little town?!"

"You're only realizing that now?!"

Yuna looked at Cyclone with a caring but teasing gaze.

The bed was finished, albeit crude, but it was indeed usable for sleeping.

No, even if it was just a large stone, it could still be used as a bed for sleeping.

However, both Cyclone and Yuna knew at a glance that this bed in front of them was not suitable.

For everyone, the bed was not just for sleeping, but also a sacred place.

Not only a battlefield yearned for by men, but also a place where women ascended.

There, all battles were sacred, and the bed was a sacred domain.

"I can say for sure that this bed will break before I even get satisfied."

Yuna voiced Cyclone's thoughts, revealing the truth.

The current Cyclone is no longer the same as before, his power far surpassing the imagination of ordinary people.

Sometimes, he unintentionally unleashed his hidden power, causing even the earth to tremble.

Cyclone sighed and put down his tools.

"I'm done playing. Let's go back to the town!"

Without any hesitation, Cyclone turned and left.

In return, he received three silent expressions from his wives.

After playing for half a day, he eventually gave up.

"Take your time. Things you build by yourself are more..."

Eileen tried to encourage Cyclone, hoping he wouldn't give up like this, but Cyclone shouted.

"A bed!!! It's not as simple as you think!!"

The three wives broke into a cold sweat and followed him back to the town.

Walking from this unnamed forest to the town would only take twenty minutes, neither near nor far.

Upon returning to the town, a sign hung with the words "Babecaner City," the name of this small town.

Unlike independent cottages in different villages, the buildings here were mostly two-story structures, resembling the bustling streets of Allen City's three-story buildings.

However, the architectural style leaned towards white.

According to Yuna, it was the architectural style of the Water Temple.

Though not a town between the two major countries, it blended the cultures of both places.

Back at the previous inn, Cyclone handed over the coins to the innkeeper, who was awake in the middle of the night.

"It's not enough~"

"I've only been gone for half a day. Don't tell me you raised the price?!"

"No, sir, this is the price for one room, and you need to rent two rooms."

"What?!"

"Well, you know, your loud nocturnal activities were mentioned. It's affecting the physical and mental development of the children."

"Miss~ Children need a variety of learning experiences, such as battles between people..."

"Stop talking nonsense!! Go practice abstinence, dammit!!!"

The innkeeper shouted loudly, causing Cyclone to unconsciously step back.

In an instant, Cyclone was overwhelmed by the boss lady's imposing manner.

At the same time, the three wives behind her couldn't help but smirk.

"Here, these are your keys."

The boss lady kindly handed the keys to Yuna and her friends, while also tossing a key near Cyclone's feet.

"Although I don't want to say it, since you've already heard it anyways..."

Ignoring the boss lady, Cyclone lowered their head and silently looked at the key on the ground.

"...since you're here, you're guests~"

The lights were turned off, and the three wives had already gone upstairs. As the boss lady followed suit, she left Cyclone with a final remark.

"Welcome to Babecaner City."

"...Wife? Aren't you going to help me out?"

Of course, no one replied to Cyclone.