**Chapter 19: Day 19 – Late Night – Inn "White Pervert"**
I was hungry. I hadn't even eaten dinner yet. All I said was that I had no money for lodging or food… and now I'm getting yelled at. Again. Yelled at today too.
"Why?! You said money is important, and then you come back completely broke?! Are you bankrupt? Are you Baudelaire? Are you going to become a forbidden poet because of moral corruption?!"
I just went shopping… and now I'm getting scolded? By all the girls? Probably because I didn't bring souvenirs. Treated like a ward of the state… Omu'i's melancholy.
Apparently living freely is not allowed.
Like the old street performers, widows, crowds, madmen, and poor people—once again being scolded forever in this unchanging, ant-like swarm of a city.
You must not despise another's sensitivity. Sensitivity is that person's talent. Their talent is to scold me—twenty people's worth, exclusively for me?
They put it on my tab.
I sneaked back to my room and spread out my purchases.
This was the real main event of shopping.
I sorted everything by type—gloves over here… cloak can go on the floor, rings on the table.
…
"Um… this one? Ah, Evasion Cloak, I think… evasion boost (small)…?"
There's way too much. My head can't organize it… and I'm sleepy… but there's still so much… nowhere to sleep…
"This is bad… it's already almost morning… sleepy… my head is already asleep…?"
Enough. I can't think straight anymore. Since it holds seven, I'll just combine them into one… ahh, somehow… normally… it's combining… or absorbing…
Anyway… sorted… sleep… what to do with the money…? My favorability rating… got dropped… wait dropped, huh?
**Day 19 End**