To You Whom I Don’t Love That Much (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 094

When Rosetta opened her eyes in the morning, she was surprised to realize that her physical condition had improved. After two days of a battle-like struggle, her body had finally adapted to the sea. Though a lingering sensation of nausea remained like residual heat. Still, the fact that she no longer felt the urge to jump overboard rather than stay on the ship was a great achievement.

Rosetta gulped down a few sips of water from her canteen and pulled her travel bag from under the bed. Inside the bag were a few clothes she had packed herself and some spare undergarments. She hurriedly shed her sweat-soaked clothes and wiped her body down with a towel dampened with water from the canteen. On the sea, where fresh water was scarce, even this felt like an extravagant luxury.

With the help of a maid, Rosetta put on a tunic and pants. Over the tunic, she wore a leather protector that wrapped from under her chest to her waist, and she tied the pant legs with leather straps. She roughly combed her hair with her hands and tied it up high, feeling truly as if she had returned to the days of the Red Dawn.

The moment she felt her body was alright, hunger struck fiercely. Having eaten nothing but honeyed water for nearly two days, she desperately craved something to chew. Rosetta stepped out of the cabin and headed toward the smell of food. A few sailors bowed to her in greeting as they saw her.

“You’re finally out. How’s the seasickness?”

Turner, who was tearing into some meat with the sailors on the deck, recognized her and called out. His skin, tanned bronze under the sunlight over the past few days, looked like well-baked bread.

“It’s getting better. You, on the other hand… look awfully well?”

Somehow, even his smug face seemed like proof that he’d been eating well and thriving while she was fighting for her life, which irritated her. Perhaps catching the unspoken meaning in her words, Turner grinned even more shamelessly.

“The pay’s good, the food’s tasty. No reason to complain. If the weather stays this clear, it’ll be perfect.”

Rosetta snorted. He might not see it, but storm clouds were gathering behind the blazing sunlight. It would pour heavily from evening to dawn. When she waved her hand dismissively, telling him to stop talking nonsense, Turner pushed out the chair he’d been sitting on.

“Sit. I’ll grab you some food.”

Rosetta didn’t refuse and took the seat. She didn’t know why he was being so kind without expecting anything in return, but it was better to accept what was offered. Soon, Turner returned with a small bowl. Rosetta was shocked once at the bowl thrust in front of her, twice at its contents, and three times at Turner’s triumphant expression.

“….”

“….”

“What the heck is this?”

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