Megohime did the best she could to get the stew off of her clothes and out of her hair, but she would more than likely have to go to a bathhouse and clean herself. Not like she could afford to do so on her own, let alone have Masamune pay for it. She walked a ways away from the inn, stopping and sitting down in the opening of an alleyway, wiping more of her dinner from her face. She fought tears, this wasn’t supposed to be how her freedom went, and though still enslaved, she had been purchased by a Hero, so was was she still treated as trash? Perhaps the stories she had been told of the Heroes were all a lie.