Floor 21: Airen Goes to the Gambling Den

Naturally, I tried to stop her, but she didn't look like she'd listen anyway, and I figured I should let her experience the bitter taste of society while I had the chance.

‘She needs to get a taste of some nasty sexual harassment before she'll come to her senses.’

Could a woman raised like a hothouse flower really endure filthy men making lewd remarks right to her face?

Wondering if that might be why the me from a week ago accepted her proposal, I change into the clothes Airen brought me.

***

In addition to the leather clothes, I pull a deep, baggy hood over my head that covers my face and walk through the Imperial Capital's dark streets at night.

There are three of us: Airen, me, and our guide.

As we head toward the outskirts of the Imperial Capital, the red lights grow brighter and the number of people on the streets increases. Normally, it should be the other way around, but where there is light, there is also darkness.

There was no way everyone in the Imperial Capital, where the continent's greatest wealth and power were concentrated, lived by the law. Especially not those with power and influence.

Of course, the place we're going today isn't some magnificent establishment frequented by those powerful people...