Michael had Lucky clean up the mess.
Unlike the first time, when the surroundings still resembled their original state, this time—along with the previous accumulation—it was clear things had changed.
But Michael didn't really care much.
It had happened, and it had happened.
In a few thousand miles, there was no one around to notice what had occurred here, except by chance.
In fact, Michael had already decided that this would be his base of operations for certain tasks he couldn't handle near the public.
It was a perfect spot.
As for his appearance, Michael cleaned himself up with some of the wipes he'd brought for his undead when he first clothed them.
After removing the dirt, he donned the first robe he'd acquired in this world—the one he had gotten from the Mayor.
"I should really get more clothes… and armor too, if possible. I wonder if the association has my order ready."
Michael couldn't help but wonder as he dressed.
