Climbing the Tower for the First Time in a While

After talking with Mr. Orc's soul, I went into the office with Unni.

While I sat on the sofa looking at my smartphone, Unni sat at her desk, typing, moving the mouse, stamping documents, or signing them.

What exactly was work? Did people do it because it was fun? Or because they had to make money? Or was it a "duty"?

I still didn't know. I'd not only kept my distance from that sort of thing, I'd never even been interested in it.

'It's quiet.'

Maybe because she was focused on work, Unni didn't say a word while she sat at the desk.

Papers covered in difficult words were neatly arranged in front of her.

Some had signatures. Others had stamps. Oh, should I call them seals?

Pixels... is that what this is? I didn't know how to use it. The graph kept going up and down, or the numbers on it kept changing.

How should I put it? I still didn't really get it...