“Phew. Thanks. It’s terrifying to imagine just how long I would have been beaten if it wasn’t for you.”


  “Ah, yes.”


  “By the way, can I order a beer? My body hurts so much. I think I would feel better if I had a drink…”


  “… sure.”


  Irene nodded at Kuvar’s words.

  This was great.

  As if it wasn’t enough to make a customer from 5 years ago buy him a meal, he even took them to additional places.

  And even borrowed money.

  His gambling debt was the reason, and it was also the reason he was getting hit.

  Realizing that he had no money, the gambler began to trash him.

  Irene asked.

  This was no light matter.

  Kuvar, when talking about fortune-telling and animism, was completely different.

  There was a sense of seriousness in his eyes.

  And the answer was very simple.